Well, first of all I must confess that things could be worse. I could be playing that little white ball in the green fields of the world the rest of my life. I could be sitting in the shady office room with nothing else to expect but the silent death. I could be in the situation where I didn´t even have a one way ticket to other side of the world when summer is gone. I could even be you...
Then the bad news; after they kicked me out from that research job from the university I have had sort of little cash. So I had to start to deliver newspapers in the quiet hours of the night for keeeping me in the whiskey and cigarettes. Well, the good thing is that Fisher-Jussi, Preacherman and other losers of this Pöxymäki hillside area can´t see me in action, missing me in action, fucking great action... But at least the night time makes me laugh a little longer, think a little slower and tell me that to hold on these moments as they pass...
And then the back to good news; it´s been so long since I saw the ocean, but I have the ticket! And in this delivering line of work I can get good physical and mental excercise for free and they are paying me almost as bad as the university of the Fuckland. I remember the alcoholics of Santa Fe, New Mexico in the early sunday morning selling the local newspapers at the crossroads. When I think of those lousy bastards I must be greatful when I walk the line; things could be worse. And they will.
After the ocean there is the whole universe filled with endless oceans. I stick on this. You die soon and quietly. But your war is not my war. Some day when nobody can´t remember that you once existed on this panet I shall learn swim like the dolphins can swim in my own private ocean. After that I shall never return to higlands of Pöxymäki.
Dolphins think, therefore I am.
