Lent

When people dressed in funny costume come up to your doorstep, its either they're gonna ask for some money or they're just plain crazy, and three men in tunic popped up at our secretary's desk last thursday, they looked liked caesar's tax collectors but it was the start of lent so I had to suppose they were the christian apostle worsely impersonated. They usually start coming out on lent going around the streets making money from praying, but by threes or fours than their whole holy dozen brigade so that maybe they could cover a bigger area on foot. They would have big name sashes so you could tell which particular apostle are they, because seriously, people can't name all of them, maybe one or two because you'd at least have one friend who got his namesake from the holy dozen. Like me, one of my friends is named after the leader of their group that was such a liar that even chickens can tell from afar.

I didn't have anything to do the next day, because it was good friday and everthing is closed and you got nowhere to go at all. The only invitation I got was from peter who was going to take his bike on the road about a hundred kilometers west to some little coastal town, he told me to ride a bus or something and meet him there because he knows I don't like the idea of taking a goddam bike on the highway, with all those trucks speeding by your side like they could sweep you off into a roadkill, and with all those dogs and chickens crossing over the road that you can no longer run over with something so fragile like a bike, especially the way I maneuver anything on speed like some x-wing pilot down the trench run. I'm sure there'd be a lot of apostles crossing the road too since its lent. I'd only be taking a bike if I had the whole highway to myself, I swear I would.

Anyway I didn't go with peter and I killed time instead with three of ariel's patrons from his internet cafe, two of them worked as telephone line operators which something silly as good friday was not able to shut down, and the other guy is from california who just wanted to see what the hell was going on for lent. They had a coffee shop over at where they worked since everbody working like answering machines for hours can use some coffee to wake them up, however when I got there, their goddam coffee making machine got busted and all they had was lemonade. I wasn't in the mood to drink lemonade because I wanted to light a stick and lemonade doesn't taste all that good with smoke and at two hours past midday, but what the hell, there wasn't anywhere else to go anyway.