Aftermath of an economic crisis

‘I don’t mind working here alone, although it’s a quiet hour, I guess.’ he sighed 'Still, it is not the easiest way to earn money.’ his legs were aching ‘Can I get you anything?’

Being a capitalist I am sure should work, just letting that money make more money, and ever best if you have so much you can pay others to bother with the process. ‘Son’ he starts, ‘ the best thing in life is being loaded.’ he looks somewhat thoughtful for a moment while the boy eagerly nodding scratched his nose, perhaps hiding a smile from this eternally wise comment.
‘yes, yes’ he thought ‘you fucking bastard’ as the old one continues
‘It’s money that makes the world spin and spin around… Money!’ considering if he should add anything to this wisdom he presses ‘Money!’ again to make sure it has enough weight and again ‘Money-’ deep breath ‘Is the meaning of Life!’

But the boy couldn’t control himself anymore and burst into wild, slightly menacing laughter. ‘Your ass’ he said finally and walked off into the sunset leaving this idiotic boom-town somewhere on the face of this planet. ‘I need to get out of here’ he considered and tempted himself with imagining other places being on other globes. Much nicer ones for both but his flying thoughts have their wings trimmed quickly. A bullet hitting the ground kicks up some dust right at the spot he was about to put his right foot. The gunshot shattered the sunset and now angry birds circle above their heads. ‘Not so fast kid, not so fast!’

Yacht

They have been walking from some unimaginable distance. ‘Hey I see it! It’s the car.’ But his desperate call echoed unanswered. His companion didn’t respond in any way. All she did was hanging in his hand motionless. They had too much to drink and although getting in the car seemed like a stupid idea, there had to be some way to get home or to the hospital. They called an ambulance at the bar, actually the bar tender did, he kindly took care of this difficult matter of picking up the phone and chain meaningful, intelligible sentences together to the operator on the other end. He was told to piss off and don’t ever bother them with people drinking themselves to death in his bar.

Things were like this recently. More and more people became obsessed with being drunk or high on a continuous loop while they received less and less care. He couldn’t find his keys. For about 2 months he was kind of used to it now. She started only tonight and he thought this may have been the problem. He forgot to tell her not to try keeping up with him.

It was difficult to look through his pockets holding her with both arms at first, after freeing one arm stepping a foot on the curb resting her waist on his raised thigh things seemed easier. Although standing in itself was a trick and the magic act, coordination complicated things. ‘I’m gonna put you down, ok?’
He didn’t manage so gently as intended and for a short second before remembering the keys he became concerned for her head. It released a suspicious knock when hitting the pavement. Still no sign of the key after searching all his pockets he turned to the unconscious women ‘Britney, Britney! Do you have the key?’
There was no answer. Searching all her pockets and finally remembering the bag he stood up hesitantly. He didn’t want to leave her here but really had no intention carrying her back and forth between car and bar. Maybe propping her up against the side of the car she would be fine for that couple of minutes. It was a troublesome exercise.

‘You looking for this pal?’
‘Yeah, thanks. I thought I lost it forever…’ he answered relieved.
‘How is your girlfriend?’ the question appeared to present concern but his tone told otherwise.
‘She gonna be fine!’ he mumbled and left overcoming a desire to have a shot of vodka before heading out again. The bar tender seemed to pity him. Fools’ he must have thought. But it wasn’t him losing his job. He may be amongst the very few in fact, who managed to keep it. Bankers, Politicians and Bar Tenders. By the time he made to the car he found the key. Getting her inside, and out again at home, through the door and into her bed he would knock her head or other parts into furniture or doorframes few more times but it wouldn’t became a source of complications.

She would have the hangover of her life going on for days. Alcohol poisoning does that. Fortunately, she won’t have to feel bad about calling in sick come Monday morning. There is no job to go to anymore. Schools can do with less teachers, no support stuff, even worst food. In fact, cities can do with fewer schools especially since constant food rioting in deprived areas torched everything. This is merely a natural succeeding development of the ‘Everyone’s got to pay’ policy. Yachts are expensive.

Pleading God

There are so many things that I wanted to tell you about. There are so many letters in the ABC that I ever so hopefully wanted to teach to you. But it never came to that, we never had the chance to catch up on all those facts and details. You never had the chance to pick up on typing, typing meaningful stuff without looking at the keyboard. The way I do. You left. You picked up your coat, your garments for the crazy gothic parties that you go to and you stepped out the door shutting it behind you. I loved you like I love my son but you are a robot, I couldn’t possibly give you what you asked for. I couldn’t insert a soul inside your chest. I couldn’t in any possible sense make you human. I already tried making humans and that came to a miserable failure. The kind that one can see unfolding slowly with great pain, powerless to take action.
You were different. I didn’t plan you a soul, I had hopes maybe that will allow you to avoid the same pitfalls and one day it could have been the case but now you are gone. My failure came to me as a great surprise. I’ve learned my lesson. I cannot create anything the way I want it to turn out without a plan and I shouldn’t create anything with one. I will retire now and spend the rest of my days of eternity in quite, contemplative solitude robbed from any joy or entertainment.