Boys, you can understand how much my brain was melting because of the Eleventh Galaxy and the Nation. The day after I asked Gabe about them and he made a strange expression. It meant he didn't remember a shit.
"Gabe, you have even told me 'Don't give up this concept'. Never mind," I said.
However, that morning I didn't have the slightest idea of what to do. I was too hesitant. My wobbly suitcase was always ready to fly and Gabe had told me that within a few days he'd come back on the tropical island. I felt an unimaginable depression. I felt as if a hoover sucked my soul.
Gabe had given me an iPhone. I had thanked him for giving me a Swear-Bible. He had answered by a confused look because of the uncommon word. It's hard to derail the train. County's dwellers knew well this tenet. There was a billboard at the border of the County. WELCOME TO THE COUNTY and beneath in gargantuan fonts IT'S AUSTERELY FORBIDDEN BEING UNORTHODOX.
The term "gargantuan" reminds me something, but I can't remember what. You need pure skills to think about stuffs. That old, Socrates, fucked up a lot of minds. Russovski Oilman was his heir. From my point of view, all started from Greeks. Iliad and Odyssey and so on. Homer the Historian, then there was Pythagoras the Genius and at the end enough. One gets bored to enlist every one of them.
Do you want to know what I finally came up with that morning? Duerf Lomo station.
I was demoralized. The day before, I had asked Gabe if he saw me like a crazy person, but the day after I had understood he was drunk like a spongy, and so I had to verify the problem in first person. If hadn't found the lively old, it would have been fine anyway.
I got out from the hotel and I walked for some kilometres. I was up to do some steps. It was cold and I suppose school were closed. I hadn't been doing school for too long in that period. I passed by the Park and I saw a group of children with their heads on the Screw-Bible. Christ, they were the brand new Swear-Bibles. There was Frank the Housekeeper as well: he sat on a bloody chair with his hut on doing nothing. He was steady, watching trees and the winter. Boys, a depression that could kill you at once.
"Hi, Frank" I barked. He almost jumped. Then he did a gesture with his head.
"What the hell are you watching?" I asked.
"Why don't you do your fuckin' business, huh?" That stray was really uneducated.
"It was a pleasure" I wrote him off.
"Look at 'em. They are not playing. I've noticed that trees are sad now that kids don't hid anymore behind them." Frank gestured at the kids. They didn't listen at all. Christ, the scenario was really apocalyptic
When I was walking towards the exit, I saw a kid sat on a bunch. He was there admiring the naked branches as the others were watching videos about pricks who made fun of old ladies. There was an untouchable layer of snow that morning and the outcast kid was bundled up in a winter jacket. You could barely see the head.
"Aren't you watching videos with them?" I had to ask him.
"Noooooo," he did while he was continuing to watch the naked branches.
"Alright. Have you answered Noooooo because you're bored?" I did.
"Yeeeeeeeeeees," he did again. He killed me. He didn't move himself of a centimetre.
"And tell me a thing: what do you want to make of your life?" I enjoy asking this type of questions to kids. They always know how to respond them.
"Are you talking with me?" He turned his neck and indicated himself with his colourful gloves. Christ, you could get a headache because of the many colours on them.
"Yep, I'm talking with you, Fancy Gloves." He checked his gloves first, then he did a hell of touchy face and after he whispered to me to come closer as if there was a spy who could eavesdrop us.
"No one must listen," he murmured.
"Okay."
"So I liked Iron Man, Captain America and Batman. I really love them, but I don't have any superpowers right now. I made a prayer as well, but nobody delivered superpowers to me. For this reason, now, I want to find treasures and explore galaxies. At least, I can do this without superpowers." Boys, he was excited and all.
"Tell me, by any chance do you know where the Eleventh Galaxy is?" I asked him. He thought about it some seconds.
"Soon or later I'll get that one, but now I have to go on the First Galaxy." Fancy Gloves knew the existence of the Eleventh Galaxy. I'm still wondering if telekinesis and stuffs like that exist. How could Fancy Gloves know about the Eleventh Galaxy?
"Do you also know something about the Nation?" Fancy Gloves had to confess.
"There's an empire in the First Galaxy. I haven't got the Eleventh Galaxy yet. I told you some seconds ago. Are you dumb?"
He killed me. He said that "dumb" with an arrogance worthy for Nobel war prize.
"Sorry," I said. "So, I'm going. Bye Fancy Gloves. And when you'll get the Eleventh Galaxy, just give ma buzz, alright?"
I left him by himself. Maybe he was thinking about how to save his First Galaxy.
"I don't have a smartphone. You're dumb! I have to find treasures. I have told you that before. Adults never ever understood words," he yielded like a fish seller. Insane. I have to tell you that I really felt those words. Fancy Gloves had called me 'adult'.
Boys, I stopped in front of a mirror just to make sure if he was right.
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If you ever passed by in this area, me and Levi can only say thank you
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