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|Fri, Sep 30 2005||750||Hotel California||
Ariel had already called a friend who is
second in command at Abbarbannel.
In preparation of the trial,
he tried to make sure I can check in anytime I like,
but I can never leave.
He was told I am not even invited,
and how on earth did anyone manage to write
the order in the first place,
given his stories of my recent activities.
He had not seen me at all for almost a year,
since Roy's Bar Mitzvah,
and did not realize this makes his credibility questionable.
|Fri, Sep 30 2005||800||The Fool On the Hill||
Ariel decides that the last resort is to try and
convince me to volunteer.
He calls me and asks to come visit.
I yield, not yet knowing of the change of events
having just transpired,
but well aware that Boaz is now in the picture
and I have yet to hear his report.
Ariel arrives, we start chatting.
I don't let go of any incriminating information.
In a few minutes Boaz calls.
He has only one thing to say:
"Mark your brother as an enemy"
and we hang up.
The call was so short there wasn't even a break in
the chat in the living room.
We continued chatting.
Having gotten up for the phone
I am now walking around gently,
collecting clothes, while Ariel is upset by my calm
ignoring of the points he is trying to make.
As he looses his temper only so slightly
I start screaming, explaining to him that if
he goes on like this, very soon all he will
have in the apartment left with to talk is Air..
I had to raise my voice even louder for the word air,
as it had to be heard over my gently slamming the door
behind me as I was walking out.
Given yesterday's rush first experience in such
Ninja driven speedy disappearance,
and the long cold night I suffered for my lack of training,
I was now well equipped, well dressed, and calm,
to the extent this term can be used in this context:
I am just calm enough to know that no emergency is present,
and that Ariel, in a state of shock, is frozen solid
for some long seconds to come.
It would be silly to rush out running,
or with the scooter without a helmet on.
Besides, he has never seen the scooter, and probably
doesn't know it is my means of transport.
Walking out the back door is thus less expected anyway,
if he were to chase me going out,
and once on the scooter with the helmet on, he wouldn't recognize me.
I go down the stairs, not rushing there either.
Only the blood rushes through my veins,
carrying extra loads of Adrenaline.
|Mon, May 07 2007||100||Blow it Out Your Ears||
Ariel came home one day and showed me a new trick.
At fourteen, he was already smoking for some time.
That day he asked if I wanted to see him
blow smoke out of his ears.
At eleven, I could not resist such a
wild temptation from an older brother.
"Place your right hand here, on my heart", he said.
With his left, he held my hand firmly atop his heart.
"Now watch my ears closely", he said.
With his right, he raised the cigarette to his mouth
While I was watching his ears intensely with anticipation,
the cigarette was burning a hole in my right hand,
held in place, where his heart was supposed to have been.
|Mon, Dec 19 2005||100||What a Nice Fella||
Ariel calls me up.
He is nice like he has only been with me during the short
few pre-shrink years at the onset of the Tudor wars.
It has been an exhausting 81 days for me never knowing
what the next conversation will be like, and with whom,
and how my future probably depends on its outcome.
During the better latter part of these 81 days,
I have been mostly concerned with re-obtaining
the $40,000 that were kidnapped from me.
I don't see the money just yet on the Internet.
I force myself to be cautious,
even though his sudden overniceness
clearly tells me he is not lying this time,
and he transferred the money like he says.