everything he hoped for and everything to do what he did will never happen.
his life running on rails from fifty parallel tracks and far behind the horizon does not differ in sight.
the job was acceptable, not his dream job, but not completely awful, the only problem was that he began as a six-month internship, was six months one year and the first year anniversary is the third time.
is the job remained the same, but now pays decent but nothing that a life should continue.
also ran with the women in the entire time, primarily acceptable, here and there the great love that manifested itself in more or less long but at the end of unsuccessful relationships, and here and there a functional union between two people who preferred together to be alone rather than to stand completely alone.
his ambitions were all the time larger than acceptable, and still are, but the tracks of his life get him back again and again in the present.
the present in which he for the past few years seemed to be stuck.
he was not quite sure what was the appropriate period, the last one should present before the next begins but the last three years seemed like in all other contexts for far too long.
a while he thought of running for a suitable solution, but it represented also a much more elaborate plan than the quite overworked "just start out of here and somewhere new", but all failed ultimately to the 1punkt21 gigawatts of power, which he could not afford, no matter how many he merged automobile batteries.
but he was also clear that problems, if they really existed, have the nasty habit, a self-accompany travel up and he rejected this plan again.
but now it was time again for the first time ever, he took his vacation, week 3, he rented a convertible and thought if his problems had been everywhere you go, he could go on a holiday with them.
so he threw a pair of underpants, socks and all problems in a large enough bag and drove off easy.
in the winter to ride without masking turned out to be less pleasant, even when the spring only a few weeks away waiting to use on his own and he wondered after the first 50 kilometers to stop and the top fold out - was to drive with the top down anyway counterproductive what hairstyle which concerned.
after another 25 kilometers stole the hunger in his stomach and was quickly in his head as a permanent "HUNGER! HUNGER! EAT! To hear ", so he left the freeway and drove to what appeared to be an american diner.
he, exceptionally, the problems lies in the sack and went into the deserted restaurant.
an easy to use their name tag the name "Suzie" was rolled slightly unsteady on roller skates on him to bring him the map and record his drink order:
"you'd like to have a drink?"
"... what can you recommend me? "
" the chocolate-vanilla-shake-layer, the there's nowhere else! "
" ok, I'll take the. "
" is now ... if he's ready "
short time later, the name tag came along with operating and shake back and took contrary to his desire to eat.
he found the shake to see fascinating, visually it looked like a zebra stripes in the glass with whipped cream and a cherry on the really amazing of all were the many layers of chocolate and vanilla, which he in this form has never been a shake and actually in had seen any other form.
they seemed very slow, almost in slow motion to run into each other and this made the sight even more interesting and unique, so it is a long time even asked if he should drink the shake really easy.
take in the moment when he just decided to be a straw in mouth, to taste, roll the rolling shoes with the easy fact to him and took his order. She said
"it is best if you see him now drink creeps, the brain freeze at the very slowly and is pain only for a split second there, but intolerable"
he looked at her, took a deep breath intervened, suddenly in the face and narrowed her eyes, a short time later everything was normal.
"exactly I meant ...
listen, I will not be intrusive, but I could maybe sit with you? "
he looked around the restaurant and saw that the load is completely empty, was to sounds on it, and it occasionally from the kitchen some of which seemed to sound like grunting.
came to him as odd, since it was lunchtime and he was certainly not the only one that plagued the area of hunger.
so he said:
"okay ..."
finally he had no objection to society in general.
"cool, it is around here that is admittedly boring. "
" aha. "
and said he began to devote himself to his burger while they ask him all kinds, presented what he for so in the area do and how it be everyday, and it looked like.
he told her the short version of his history and how they moved it to this journey, looking for the first time in her face.
she was no beauty in the true sense, the nose to stubsig, the cheek bones a little too present, and large bright brown eyes she had.
her shoulder-length curly light brunette hair contributed significantly to its appearance that it still considered quite nicely classifies.
when he mentioned his sack full of problems, she said:
"said one, I'm also the one who is back in the locker ...
tell me, do you have any objection to a little company? - I also participate in the fuel-cost "
he thought for a moment and realized that he had nothing to say against an accompaniment!.
"super! I immediately get my things and then come outside! "
he waited outside in the car and she quit her job, as it turned out later not the first time.
after about 10 minutes she came from the restaurant, she now wore a black ribbon in her hair and earrings seemed a bit smaller without the roller skates and saw in their everyday clothing from generally something everyday.
they still seemed to have been a total of something pretty, probably because her face suddenly beamed more than ever.
she looked around briefly in the parking lot and approached it with its leather shoulder bag on the car:
"why you rent a convertible in the winter? well, whatever, but I hope for you that you're not a sick idiot, who plans to drive my dismembered corpse walking in the trunk, because I can kung-fu!
...
and scratch! ""hmm, okay, I'll remember it to me - dismembered corpse is the same evil."
"good, better for you, well, let's go."
she sat on the passenger seat.
he drove off and she pulled her shoes off:
"I'm sorry, but my toes to get me to roll the shoes belonged to the user who had previously worked here and I have a number too small ..."
they put their feet on the dashboard and asked
"where you go out anyway?"
"uh, no unknowing, always the road to ... "
" ... ok, cool. "
she put a pink sunglasses with a star-shaped holders for the glasses on and she talked a lot, told and told about their boring jobs and their depressing event-poor life, its many other jobs and their seemingly mentally slightly disturbed excessively jealous ex-boyfriend and how she has always wanted away from it all.
their talk did not bother him because it was after all, entertainment and much more entertaining than the majority of conversations he had had in recent years.
was about one and a half hours after first briefly talk a rest, she suggested, to hear music.
she reached into her pocket and fished, after some rummaging a tape of her.
"here, let us hear."
"ok."
they pushed the cassette slit properly in the space provided on the radio and the music began to play.
it was a mixtape that she had even taken to cheer about, even if they did not know what.
began improperly fitting with "the future freaks me out" followed by some of the songs were unknown to him, but in conversation as songs by "death cab for cutie" und “maritime” herausstellten.
kurz bevor die kassettenseite gewechselt werden musste fragte er:
“sag mal, suzie, stört es dich, wenn ich demnächst mal kurz anhalte?”
“nee, eigentlich nicht, aber mein name ist nicht suzie...”
“aber...”
“jaja, das blöde namensschild musste ich tragen, weil der besitzer der meinung war mein richtiger name klänge zu doof...”
“oh, und wie ist dein name dann wirklich?”
“bevor ich ihn dir sage, möchte ich dich nochmal kurz auf die sache mit dem kung-fu hinweisen und easy that I recommend you, resist to smile at you any. "
" ok, I admit. "
" well, Bernadette. "
" bernadette "
" yes, but you can call me and bernie .
"bernie ok, I drive now even at the gas station ran there."
he was at a gas station somewhere in the semi-nowhere, stayed quiet in the car sit for a while, then got out, looked around and began to . refuel
"what's going on?" Said Bernie.
"you need something from the nearest gas station," he asked.
"hmm, perhaps for a drink and one of those nasty benzene-contaminated sandwiches?"
"ok, in a bit."
bernie looked slightly by nervous because he had you not yet said what really just the problem was.
it was quieter when he came back and box two and two buns in the hands held.
"here." "Thank you, what's going on now?"
"hmm, wait."
"Alright."
he got in, made the ignition back in and looked in the rearview mirror as he was about to leave.
"you see the silver pick-up back there, the nearest gas station just after coming out the back door?"
"no, where?"
"I had the feeling that he followed us for quite a while whole, so I drove to the nearest gas station, because I just thought I Währe paranoid and I wanted to worry you. "
" shit, you're not paranoid. "
" what? "
" that's my ex-boyfriend. "
" was the type of three months in prison because ?. He has a beat up your guests, because you supposedly has its slipped phone number "
" jap, just the "
" shit "
they got out of the car, and said:
. Wait I bernie governs this "
went over to the silver pick-up and stood beside the driver's door.
the driver rolled down the window.
he was through the rear view mirror is not particularly easy to see, but seemed quite large and strong to be built.
she seemed upset and cried most of the drivers of pick-ups a few minutes long, suddenly listen to them, looked at the convertible and began to run.
got hectic and half out of breath it in and shouted:
! Drive, drive, drive, go "
he drove off and as they were back on the road and the pick-up seemed to inch closer asked he:
"shit, what's going on?"
"well, I got it probably a little angry made when I told him that I am very happy with you and he should fuck off ..."
"WHAT?"
"he thinks you were my new friends and want to leave him, so he followed us. "
" and you let him continue to believe you, you crazy? "
" but it is a shit what I do. "
" yes, okay, because you may have right, but what do we do now? "
" drive, and would suggest it quickly I, who are already at some point. "
said bernie and turned the tape around, it was the theme song of the teenage mutant hero turtles frank zander, he looked at her and she said
"that was my favorite show when I was little, I always wanted to be like April, until I found habe, dass gelbe einteiler voll blöd an mir aussehen.”
“aha, gut zu wissen.”
sagte er und trat für die nächsten 43 minuten das gaspedal durch so stark es ging.
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