THE NEXT MORNING:
”We got a busy day ahead of us, Samuli” — the damn phone informed the recently awakened fellow still lying in his bed.
— Oh, fucking lovely. Tapani, I don’t know that I--
— --Like where this is going? Yeah, me neither. But he’s our friend, we gotta at least be polite.
— There are days when I wonder why he even is our friend.
— Preaching to the choir.
— ”Okay…” Samuli said, as he was pulled himself together and sat up. ”What’s he done this time?”
— Lost his mind. Trust me, just come over
— I trust you.
Samuli pushed himself up and reached down to get his pants from the floor. Last night’s shirt was still on.
— ”And Samuli.” Tapani’s voice called from the other side of the line.
— Yeah?
— Leave the hammer home. I don’t know what it is, but I’m feeling weird today.
AN HOUR LATER:
Tapani was at the gym, sitting down at the bench. Judging from the long, jammed look in his eyes, he was scanning the heavy discs on the floor, and how they were losing their color. These bitches must’a been bought by the city like, ten years ago. The paint’s coming off. And these aren’t even in contact with anything ever, except each other, when they lay in piles. Miska was standing in front of the bench, with his arms crossed, pacing back and forth, looking at everything.
— ”Couldn’t you be still for a second?” Tapani broke the silence. ”It’s really annoying.”
— ”Shut up” — Miska stated. ”Why do you always have to tease me about everything?”
Tapani tried opening his mouth. Every little hue of his face hinted at a lot to say. He was about to, but the door opened up and interrupted them. Samuli walked in.
— ”So what’s going on?” He went straight to the point.
— ”Miska…” Tapani started explaining.
— ”Well I got in a little bit of a scuffle” Miska interrupted Tapani blatantly.
— ”A scuffle, you say?” Samuli said, starting to put the pieces together. ”Well how’d it go? Who won?”
— What fucking fuckerymood did everybody wake up in today?
— ”Just tell him the fucking number!” Tapani raised his voice.
— …Well. Six.
— ”Six?” Samuli – who, mind you, just got here – couldn’t believe his ears. ”What the hell did you have to do, for six guys to attack you?”
— ”Mmhmm” Tapani mumbled out loud. ”I wonder if it was self-defense this time…”
— You shut the fuck up, Tapani!
— What? Did six guys brutally gangrape your girlfriend?
Riled up about the tone in that voice, Miska walked up to Tapani quick, and Tapani stood up. The two just stood there, face-to-face. Pressure was brewing, both were ready for swings – giving and receiving. Samuli walked up, placed one hand on each friend’s shoulder. They stared at each other, ready still.
— ”Easy now, fuck’s sake” Samuli told the guys, while leading by example with the sophisticated inflection in that voice. ”Let’s just go to Hailuoto again, get this bullshit over with, and be done… Alright? I have other shit to do tonight.”
Both looked at him, and he looked at them both... in the eyes.
— ”Finally, someone with some sense.” Miska praised Samuli.
— ”Shut your hole and get in your corner, now” Samuli demandingly responded to the thirsty asskissing.
Without any resistance, Miska did as asked. A couple of annoyingly quiet seconds rolled on by, as the guys both sat in their corners. Samuli spoke up after some thinkin’ time:
— Okay… we should wait no more, head for the island at noon. Judging from the last trip, there’s no police surveillance. We’ll have to trust that. However, we cut the guys there. Not here. We should be wary, but not stress.
Miska became visibly relieved from Samuli’s input. Tapani felt the opposite. He couldn’t believe this bullshit.
— But, we should make use of every tactic possible to get our minds clear and be ready for action. Focus on progress. When it’s done, it’s done and that’s final.
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You live and you learn
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— ”OK, let’s just forget that we’ve killed six people…” Miska sarcastically mouthed off.
— ”You killed” Tapani corrected.
— Well we’re all staying over at the government-hotel if the car’s stopped. How do I not stress?
— You seriously have A.D.D.
— ”What the fuck?!” Miska said, outraged. He stood up and rushed to Tapani, who was casually getting up from the bench.
— ”In your corners!” Samuli yelled. After they followed the order, he proceeded, ”Miska’s right. However, I don’t see a reason not to just look at the clouds and talk about life while taking the ferry. Be like anyone that’s traveling there” Samuli tried reasoning with Miska. ”That’s all I ask.”
”We got a busy day ahead of us, Samuli” — the damn phone informed the recently awakened fellow still lying in his bed.
— Oh, fucking lovely. Tapani, I don’t know that I--
— --Like where this is going? Yeah, me neither. But he’s our friend, we gotta at least be polite.
— There are days when I wonder why he even is our friend.
— Preaching to the choir.
— ”Okay…” Samuli said, as he was pulled himself together and sat up. ”What’s he done this time?”
— Lost his mind. Trust me, just come over
— I trust you.
Samuli pushed himself up and reached down to get his pants from the floor. Last night’s shirt was still on.
— ”And Samuli.” Tapani’s voice called from the other side of the line.
— Yeah?
— Leave the hammer home. I don’t know what it is, but I’m feeling weird today.
AN HOUR LATER:
Tapani was at the gym, sitting down at the bench. Judging from the long, jammed look in his eyes, he was scanning the heavy discs on the floor, and how they were losing their color. These bitches must’a been bought by the city like, ten years ago. The paint’s coming off. And these aren’t even in contact with anything ever, except each other, when they lay in piles. Miska was standing in front of the bench, with his arms crossed, pacing back and forth, looking at everything.
— ”Couldn’t you be still for a second?” Tapani broke the silence. ”It’s really annoying.”
— ”Shut up” — Miska stated. ”Why do you always have to tease me about everything?”
Tapani tried opening his mouth. Every little hue of his face hinted at a lot to say. He was about to, but the door opened up and interrupted them. Samuli walked in.
— ”So what’s going on?” He went straight to the point.
— ”Miska…” Tapani started explaining.
— ”Well I got in a little bit of a scuffle” Miska interrupted Tapani blatantly.
— ”A scuffle, you say?” Samuli said, starting to put the pieces together. ”Well how’d it go? Who won?”
— What fucking fuckerymood did everybody wake up in today?
— ”Just tell him the fucking number!” Tapani raised his voice.
— …Well. Six.
— ”Six?” Samuli – who, mind you, just got here – couldn’t believe his ears. ”What the hell did you have to do, for six guys to attack you?”
— ”Mmhmm” Tapani mumbled out loud. ”I wonder if it was self-defense this time…”
— You shut the fuck up, Tapani!
— What? Did six guys brutally gangrape your girlfriend?
Riled up about the tone in that voice, Miska walked up to Tapani quick, and Tapani stood up. The two just stood there, face-to-face. Pressure was brewing, both were ready for swings – giving and receiving. Samuli walked up, placed one hand on each friend’s shoulder. They stared at each other, ready still.
— ”Easy now, fuck’s sake” Samuli told the guys, while leading by example with the sophisticated inflection in that voice. ”Let’s just go to Hailuoto again, get this bullshit over with, and be done… Alright? I have other shit to do tonight.”
Both looked at him, and he looked at them both... in the eyes.
— ”Finally, someone with some sense.” Miska praised Samuli.
— ”Shut your hole and get in your corner, now” Samuli demandingly responded to the thirsty asskissing.
Without any resistance, Miska did as asked. A couple of annoyingly quiet seconds rolled on by, as the guys both sat in their corners. Samuli spoke up after some thinkin’ time:
— Okay… we should wait no more, head for the island at noon. Judging from the last trip, there’s no police surveillance. We’ll have to trust that. However, we cut the guys there. Not here. We should be wary, but not stress.
Miska became visibly relieved from Samuli’s input. Tapani felt the opposite. He couldn’t believe this bullshit.
— But, we should make use of every tactic possible to get our minds clear and be ready for action. Focus on progress. When it’s done, it’s done and that’s final.
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈
You live and you learn
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈
— ”OK, let’s just forget that we’ve killed six people…” Miska sarcastically mouthed off.
— ”You killed” Tapani corrected.
— Well we’re all staying over at the government-hotel if the car’s stopped. How do I not stress?
— You seriously have A.D.D.
— ”What the fuck?!” Miska said, outraged. He stood up and rushed to Tapani, who was casually getting up from the bench.
— ”In your corners!” Samuli yelled. After they followed the order, he proceeded, ”Miska’s right. However, I don’t see a reason not to just look at the clouds and talk about life while taking the ferry. Be like anyone that’s traveling there” Samuli tried reasoning with Miska. ”That’s all I ask.”
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