Összes blogok
2011/02/11
2010/05/08
October in the chair
A name like the Runt can be infectious, so pretty soon the only person who called him Donald was his grandmother, when she telephoned him on his birthday, and people who did not know him. ...
Now, perhaps because names have power, he was a runt: skinny and small and nervous. He had been born with a runny nose, and it had not stopped running in a decade. ...
The Runt could not have told you when he first decided to run away, or when his daydreams crossed the border and became plans. By the time that he admitted himself he was leaving he had a large Tupperware container hidden beneath a plastic sheet behind the garage containing three Mars bars, two Milky Ways, a bad of nuts, a small bag of liquorice, a flashlight, several comics, an unopened packet of beef jerky, and thirty-seven dollars, most of it in quarters. He did not like the taste of beef jerky, but he had read that explorers had survived for weeks on nothing else; and it was when he put the packet of beef jerky into the Tupperware box and pressed the lid down with a pop he knew he was going to have to run away. …
Saturday, his brothers were meant to be looking after him, but soon they went into town to see a girl they liked. The Runt went around the back of the garage and took the Tupperware container out from beneath the plastic sheeting. … The Runt walked into the town and got on the bus. He rode west, ten dollars-in-quarters-worth west, to a place he didn’t know, which he thought was a good starts, then he got off the bus and walked. … "
2010/04/06
2010/03/26
Francia nyelvtan máshogy
2010/03/19
2010/03/18
Let me apologize for what I'm about to say
But trying to be someone else was harder than it seemed
And somehow I got caught up in between
Between my pride and my promise
Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way
And things I want to say to you get lost before they come
The only thing that's worse than one is none"