“If a girl’s cheating on me, that hits me hard. I don’t know why, but if a girl’s cheating on me, that really hits me hard. That breaks my heart. If a girl’s cheating on me, that really breaks my heart. But I don’t know, maybe I can’t love any girl.”
It turns out he’s 22 years old, with brown curly hair, smoking a ciggy, drinking canned beer. He and the other guy had tents on the lawn.
A few minutes later:
“And I’m just like, hey, don’t be a dick, didn’t you learn in school? Didn’t you get beat up enough? Don’t go to the police. Buy pot, and smoke it. Share the pot. Invite someone for a beer, get pissed. Be a good cunt. Don’t be a wanker. Just because you beat up your wife, don’t be a prick to me.”
At this he takes a leak below my deck, and meets two Germans. He’s from Paderborn (Germany), he says. They’re from Munich.
Some Tom Petty-esque music gets cranked up, and, apropos of nothing, he shouts, “You know why I wanna go to Canada? I will meet Becky from Quebec. I will shag her. I will shag her for sure. One day I will shag her. There will be one day in my life. She LIKED me.”
From Eva:
Oh Antje, I like your drawing. It feels like holiday in summer. And Conor, every evening I have something to laugh. I really like your stories.
From Esther:
aaahh, youth – how I enjoy thee.