Tuesday, May 23, 2006

George

George, I have bad news. You won’t believe it, so sit down. Your boy didn’t return. He should be here soon, but, I’m afraid he will no longer be of any use, to you, or to no one. He won’t even say hello when he arrives and you will have to visit him, since he will not see you. Sorry George. That’s not all, George. You are in trouble. Because, when he does return, nothing will be as before, you know? You will have to find a way to make things work as they did before, and it will be hard, very hard, maybe impossible, George. But don’t worry. You are not alone. We are in bigger trouble. Because we can’t explain it, George. We can’t explain how it will be when he returns. We can’t explain why he didn’t return. But he will, that is sure, George, and boy are we in big trouble! They found someone this morning. It was no longer someone. It wasn’t as before. Jane pushed him away and he fell from the pier. It was a mistake. He hit his head. He is dead, George. He is fucking dead. It’s probably not him, George. It’s not him, I am sure, I saw him. It’s not him, no longer him. I saw nothing. It’s not my fault if your boy didn’t return, George! How the hell could I have seen him? Jane did, but I don’t know where she is now, and that’s none of my business. I don’t like your boy, George, but he will return, don’t worry. He should be here very soon now. I don’t know how he will make it, but he will, and you will have to visit him since the mother fucker won’t speak. I won’t be there and neither will Jane. Only you are in trouble, George, because when you meet him, nothing will be as before. Nothing will be, George, nothing will be.