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|Mon, Apr 10 2006||100||Catch You Later||
Ariel called before passover.
He is as nice as he always is since December 19th.
I decide its time to pick up the phone and
see what he has to say.
He starts with his usual pretended niceties.
He will be in Israel for passover.
He goes on detailing his schedule,
slowly realizing I am not getting any of this down.
I am mostly silent throughout.
He slows down to a halt and closes by saying
"Its OK, I'll catch you later"
We hang up.
Me and Freud had a good laugh.
|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.
|Mon, Jan 16 2006||100||Night of January the 16th||
Free at last.
Nobody knows where I am.
I can live like this.
So I started right away.
I immediately set up the bedroom
with Nekko's food and bathroom,
a couch for the both of us to sleep on,
a computer and a stereo attached.
The Who were playing Tommy's I'm Free for starters.
|Thu, Sep 29 2005||550||Five Minute Bum Love||
Nobody can be trusted.
I must convince myself I am relatively sane
and not plain paranoid.
Strangers are the most trustworthy at this point,
on a relative scale.
But it is night and there are no strangers
on the beach by Manta Ray,
where the boat is soon to anchor at my command.
Just ones that are in moving cars.
Walking barefoot through the grasses by the beach,
I saw this guy sitting on the stone wall.
I immediately sat next to him and started conversing,
slowly, like sane people do.
Listening to what he has to say.
Watchful with paranoia to make sure
I am not endangering myself further.
In a few minutes I decide he is on (or not-on)
chemicals beyond my scope
and I had better be on my way.
He is thin and fragile, as if shaking his hand
would make him shrivel and collapse.
To be safe, I want to give him some bribe money,
but I have way too much getaway money in my
wallet for him to see.
The conversation goes like this:
Listen, I really have to go now,
and I really want to give you some money.
I will be turning around now,
and as I turn back I will give you some money.
Safely behind my own back,
I was calculating old Ninjitsu tactics in case I am not really safe.
I even calculated how after he falls down
and I am fearful for his life,
I can stop a car at Herbert Samuel
and tell them to take care of him,
by which time I will disappear the other end
of the one way highway.
I turn back around,
after my wallet was safe back in my pocket
gave him a 100 NIS bill and disappeared.