somewhere on my way, Anna N. Schnieden [best summer reads TXT] 📗

sent money, stuff, and a car. I understood Mr. Cross’s father completely, it was not easy to communicate with someone who was married to Mr.

Johnny Walker Black Label in my experiences, and that was what I told Mr. Cross.

 

 

 

Mr. Cross, who was remarkable in drawing and painting, which I have never seen again in my travel across the universe! His paintings were as real as a photograph; the colour, the people, and all nature subjects, especially the light, it was extraordinary…like “Michelangelo, kiss my ass!” He taught me many things, such as how to draw or paint, or how to listen to rock and roll, jazz, and some classical music, and how to understand the rhythm of the music, he said, “Don’t listen to anything that you don’t understand the rhythm. It’ll give you wobblies.” He also taught me…smoking weed, he said, “Don’t let it use you…wisely…do you get it?” and how it would help the depth of…mental…hardship!

 

 

 

I knew so little about music before I met Mr. Cross, I did not know which artists I loved the most or what kind of music I liked. Mr. Cross had so many CDs and DVDs, and he thought it was a good time to introduce me to the artists. After a couple of the artists on DVDs, Freddie Mercury was on my television, covered with…Her Majesty’s robe in full options…jumped from his piano to the middle of the stage…uncovered himself and in 15 seconds, he slammed off his black leather trousers. There he was, Freddie with red leather lingerie and nothing else, and in that moment, I found my one true love!

 

I loved everything about Freddie; he was an extraordinary and no word else. Freddie was born in India but relocated to England, the true artist that rocked the world without hesitation like…

 

“I’m a satellite, I am out of control. I’m a sex machine ready to reload!!…They call me Mister Fahrenheit….The speed of light…make a supersonic woman of you…” Oh mann…Freddie…really, after I was listening to you, I got you, Freddie, you were…hmmm huge and…fast!! And the “Fall in love play the game.” Oh, I am not…sporty with the game…and “Galileo! Ha ha.” That is why I am so in love with you until these days like…true love never dies!

 

I was very sad when he died because I was hoping that one day, he would write a book about himself, about experiences and people he had met in his path. Imagine,

 

 

Freddie and a book with his own words and himself!!! I probably would have been dead on my bed, caused by my own laughter!! Too bad that he died before I had a chance to introduce myself! Miss ya Freddie! P.S., Moonlight was on our apartment floor, laughing herself out like…an instinctive expression of a big wrinkle after the Red Lingerie.

 

One thing I was sure of after Mr. Cross told me about his parents; I should not have children if I was not ready and definitely not with someone who was Mr. Johnny Walker Black Label or Mr. Jack Daniel’s ex! The universe did not lose just a good person, but also an incomparable quality young man because of carelessness and frailty.

 

The letter was not many…sentences. It was said.

 

 

Dear Balloon,

 

 

When you get this letter, I am probably home. I will miss you and Moonlight terribly. Thanks for being my friends and my family when my human parents become someone else. See you two in hell! I will make a place for you guys, as promised!

 

I Love you two, Sisters!

 

 

Cross. …

 

 

P.S. Tell Moonlight, she can have a king-size bed!

 

 

I was so happy and felt so confident simultaneously when I read the letter, because in his final thoughts he remembered our promise…for once. I wanted to see him again and still do, I am some sort of scared of heaven more than hell…well literally, everyone seems to knows what hell looks like, but no one literally says how exactly heaven is! It would be good to know how or where I am going!! Second, I knew he was fine in his last moment because he never broke his belief of his destiny and…Azazel…as a very last! He was not afraid or feeling alone; lunatic is not always crazy, sometimes it creates exhilaration. I will never forget Mr. Cross and every time I heard his favourite song (“Behind Blue Eyes,” 1971; The Who) Mr. Cross was in my mind. Behind all

 

 

those…phenomenal devoted thoughts, he was an inimitable person to Moonlight and me!

 

Graduation day, to be honest, I was drunk most of the time, every one of my…gang was smoking weed in a washroom at the school’s hall and it was Mr. Moody Be Good’s idea! I did not agree with the idea of the graduate ceremony (the king of Thailand gave the privilege) it was very crowded and the traffic was very very shit, never understood what was the point. Could we just be proud without being harassed by the traffic? Mr. Moody Be Good said I should not have complained because I was going to be in the first group and no need to be in a hurry. We kept partying in the bathroom where we were smoking weed and drinking, getting intoxicated, until someone called us in.

 

I was wondering with Mr. Lunatic, who permanently moved into my brain. What would have happened if I tripped in front of the king, or worse, on him…lap?…and what could possibly happen after I sat on his….lap, if I actually tripped? The ceremony was supposed to be a privilege by the king in normal opinions, but I was not a normal, so….

 

Before we were called into the university’s grand hall, Mr. Moody Be Good gave us another round of weed, I forgot that I was in the first 10; therefore I was not…sure if the king could smell cannabis on me! And before the king, we had to shake hands with all our professors, and most professors would say good job, or well done…whatever meant no harm, however, when I reached my Professor Daddy, he said, “What the…hell?” I did only smile, wanted to laugh, but the king…I might have lost my head before my graduation was over! After we finally got out from…hmmm the final task, it was time to meet families. I was with Mr. Moody Be Good’s mother, she was nice to come! Mine was there too, but she replied responsively as same as David (Michelangelo. 1501-1504), who stood on a gold craft rock with the words “HISTORY OF ART”…naked!

 

Professor Daddy asked me where was the mother, I pointed, but before I was going to say…“Don’t,” he had already reached the mother. A moment later, he was walking back and said,

 

 

 

“You tell her. It doesn’t need to be smart for being a mother.” Professor Daddy.

 

 

“Sorry. I was going to stop you, but I’m drunk. You’d know. Drunk makes a slow motion. So, what did she say?” Me.

 

“Well, I was congratulating her and told her that she’d be proud of you. But…she said, ‘It’s nothing to do with me, why the hell did you say that?’ She’s only here for a picture of the king!” Professor Daddy.

 

“Sorry Professor, she was pissed because this isn’t a medical graduation, but freak…her words! APPROXIMATELY, you’re too…the freak! I’m supposed to chop people for her…I’m a disappointment! I’m so glad…” Me.

 

Good thing that Moonlight was not there, she would have laughed thunderously, I was not surprised because after I told the mother about the graduation day, she was howling about the king picture…none stopped! Moonlight was in the north for her graduation and it was 2 days after mine. It had not been crowded and no shit traffic!

Anyway, 5 bloody languages with skillful, the bitch got a job at an embassy right away!

 

 

At the graduate party, everyone was talking about what they were going to do tomorrow or went somewhere. I was with Mr. Moody Be Good, talking about “How to grow weed!” So much enjoyment talking, smoking, drinking, and eating. Some of my lunatic members such as Ms. Dim Dim or Mr. Ghostmen were in the weed group. I did not think the weed was a good idea at first, but turned out, it was so cool. I was thinking of Mr. Cross…just only a few months, he could have gone back to hell with a bachelor of architecture degree, if he did not need to hurry back. I was gone into another dimension until Professor Daddy asked.

 

“Hey Balloon! What are you going to do tomorrow?” Professor Daddy.

 

 

“Oh. Probably sleep all day, sir!” Me.

 

 

“And????” Professor Daddy.

 

 

 

“Move out from where I’m going to sleep all day tomorrow. Unless I get kicked out tonight…sir! Me.

 

 

The Life and The People

 

 

After graduation, Professor Daddy told me that a superior architecture company offered me a job and the job…he said… was “Big Shit” meaning, a good pay cheque came along with the ultimate…shit. I did not want to take the job, but he insisted that it would be a good opportunity for me. In my experiences, every time someone insisted on me doing something, I lost my sanity, just like the idea of a professional human chopper. The company didn’t only have projects inside the country, but also in Singapore, Malaysia, and so on. The good news Professor Daddy gave me was that Ms. No Water, who was my senior from the home welcoming, was working there, as my boss to be!

 

“Ahh…You’re joking, right? Don’t you think that she would probably turn me into an eldritch? Not even thinking about…the laughter part.” Me.

 

“Don’t go back to the doll’s head. You’re crazy as much as her. It’s the right place for you.” Professor Daddy.

 

“That’s just all I need! Last time I went to the world genius place like that I ended up…unleashed my natural ability…cheating! Besides, I like working here. I’ve learnt a lot, including how to make swearing. And I may well bring you an embarrassment if I work…there. Last time I checked, I was the stupidest in the pre-med and almost burned the building down….mmmm. Once!” Me.

 

“First, your new boss is a psychiatrist. You can let the freak fly. Second, you’ve enough swearing. You don't need more. And the new thing you should learn…doll's head. Being a stupid one in the group of the smart is better than being a smart one in the group of the stupid. Do you get that?” Professor Daddy.

 

“How would that be better?” Me.

 

 

“Oh…Doll’s head. Now I’m very insistent. Over there, you can fill your doll’s head with some wisdom.” Professor Daddy.

 

 

 

“Over there would have…cleverly brilliant…ingeniously intelligent. Are you sure you want to humiliate yourself??” Me.

 

“I’m sure. You won’t let me down. If you wanted to be a doctor, I confidently believe you’d have done well.” Professor Daddy.

 

“Yes…evidently, sir. My former senior at the med school just chopped his girlfriend into 59 pieces. He just started his residences. Can you imagine if he had done his residences? She would have…become a smoothie.” Me.

 

About a month later, I moved into my new office and moved out from the mother’s house. A shocking moment when I was announcing my ending rental residence, she was gone to…let’s just say hmmm…incandescent! Her outstanding physical speaker was cunning and the sound was ear-piercing for deaf people to hear. Of course, the shock was not about the sound, I had 8 years of practice even when she was my landlord. “I don’t see any reason why you need to move out!” That was the shocking part and, like I said, “A Shocking Moment,” the mother was ending her sentences with,

 

“A daughter won’t move out from home before she marries. It brings shame to the family. Thank god, you didn’t turn out to be a hooker last time. What am I going to tell people? They’d know that you’re a slut.” The mother.

 

That was a very nice ending, especially the emphasized part “Thank God.” I actually did not have time to thank god, I did not think about him at all, but I did