Reverend Green's Bible Of Misanthropy

L'enfer, c'est les autres

13/03/19

11:20pm

L'enfer, c'est les autres

4revgreen: Jean-Paul Sartre had it right; Hell is other people.

It's been barely a day since I got told I'm being replaced by someone called Samson Tomson and I'm already having to put up with shit from church goers. I think I've said this before, but this is a small town, and word travels fast. Mr King said he'd let the incident slide, but I'm convinced Samson Tomson must have told people. And when you give people as stupid as the ones in this town information like that, they put two and two together and make five. Or six. Or seven. In fact, with the conclusions that they are coming from, I'd be surprised if they can even count to four, let alone add two and two.

This morning I awoke to the sound of something hitting my bedroom window,which pissed me right off because I'd actually managed to get to sleep for once and was then rudely awakened. When I drew back the curtains to see what it was, I was greeted with the delightful sight of egg running down the glass. Luckily for them, I didn't see who did it. It seems like such a childish thing, egging someone's house, but I would not be surprised if it were actually adults. The adults in this town are not well deserving of that name. But calling them children is an insult to the children.

I could not be bothered to clean the windows, and I figured that I'd just leave it. Soon, it would be Samson Tomson's problem, not mine.And since I was already awake (This was around half six, I believe) I decided I might as well just get on with me day.

Rather than eating breakfast, or getting dressed or starting to pack my belongings into boxes like I probably should have been doing, I dragged my old Yamaha keyboard out from the bottom of my wardrobe and decided to start playing it. The song "Save my soul" by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy had been stuck in my mind for a few days so I searched up the sheet music online and gave it a go. I'm alright at piano, but I hadn't played in a while so I was a little stiff when it came to using both hands but it's learning, right? And yes, there is a point to this story. Just bare with me.

So, I was practising on the keyboard for around twenty minutes for I got bored of it and realised that "Save my soul" also has a guitar part, so I get my acoustic guitar and start trying to transcribe the music from the song. I sat myself down on the floor, facing my bed, which is where I had put the keyboard.

The wire that led from the keyboard to the plug socket trailed across my bed and dropped off the side next to my bedside table.

The plug socket was not switched on at the wall.

Like I said, I had just been playing it, and had not touched that plug since it'd physically plugged it in. Which meant it had been switched off the whole time I'd been playing it. Which means the keyboard worked without being turned on.

I got up and pressed one of the keys. It was off, and so of course it didn't make a sound. But I'm not crazy; I know I was just playing it, out loud. I heard it.

At this point, I'm still in my underwear, haven't had breakfast or anything, but the room just gave me this strange feeling, and I wanted to get out of there. So I quickly threw on a t-shirt and some jeans, stuffed my feet into my trainers and grabbed my wallet. It was too early for my dog's first walk of the day, so I figured I'd just go to the cafe down the road and have some breakfast- it usually opened around seven but the owner always let me in early if I was there, because I went to school with his daughter. This is the same cafe that I once saw Scar get thrown out of because she'd been "demon hunting" with holy water taken from the church. That seems like years ago now.