Oh my God, your reviews are just...thank you! I appreciate them so much, you have no idea. Sadly, we're getting nowhere fast here. Writer's Block set up camp in my brain, and thus we get filler. Seriously, Norway isn't even in this. Ugh. --- At this very moment, it had been precisely four days since the Oxenstierna Dinner Extravaganza. The full ninety-six hours. And Mathias had the routine set out to eradicate the experience from his mind. It usually took at least eighty proof liquor, a turn in the designated sex stall at his favourite bar, and a good hangover to get his mind back where it usually was.
Somehow, it didn’t quite come to pass this time. He blamed Berwald.
Berwald. Good, upstanding Berwald, the Oxenstierna Success Story. He didn’t succumb to the life of lying and belly-crawling laid out for him like a piss-yellow brick road. No, he’d gone on to the world of honest journalism, delivering his opinions to the world without a hint of condescension or bias. He’d become what Mathias’ neighbour called “the ostriches. The bastards up top with the ties and reading glasses and personalized coffee mugs.” Mathias didn’t know if Berwald had a personalized coffee mug, but he did have a cute little fiancé more than willing to fill it for him.
Everything a good man like him deserved.
“Why an ostrich?” Mathias had asked. “Ostriches are those funny birds that stick their heads in the ground when bad shit goes down. Oh yeah, they’re big. They’re big and intimidate you with those crazy fucking eyes and long legs. But here’s something else- ostriches can’t fly. I bet they want to fly, what on this fucking planet doesn’t? So they look at the birds awesome enough to fly, birds like me. And since they can’t rise up with us, they break our wings and drag us into the sand so we can all rot in misery together. Heads under the ground from birth till death, that is. Only difference is that our body eventually joins the party.”
Mathias wasn’t sure if he agreed with Gilbert. Not the bit about the eyes- ostrich eyes freaked the shit out of him. But from birth till death. That wasn’t true- there was always childhood.
Sadiq Adnan, founder of Adnan’s Automobiles and Mathias’ boss, had long ago tried to impose a policy of no fucking children allowed. It hadn’t come to pass, of course- being an open child-hater didn’t do wonders for his image as a public figure, after all. But Sadiq was hardly a man to be silenced, unless money was on the line. When the room had cleared and only Mathias was left trying to salvage the latest patient- the mask would come off, the smile would wane, and a projectile stream of fury-vomit was underway.
Untitled, Part 2/? A
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At this very moment, it had been precisely four days since the Oxenstierna Dinner Extravaganza. The full ninety-six hours. And Mathias had the routine set out to eradicate the experience from his mind. It usually took at least eighty proof liquor, a turn in the designated sex stall at his favourite bar, and a good hangover to get his mind back where it usually was.
Somehow, it didn’t quite come to pass this time. He blamed Berwald.
Berwald. Good, upstanding Berwald, the Oxenstierna Success Story. He didn’t succumb to the life of lying and belly-crawling laid out for him like a piss-yellow brick road. No, he’d gone on to the world of honest journalism, delivering his opinions to the world without a hint of condescension or bias. He’d become what Mathias’ neighbour called “the ostriches. The bastards up top with the ties and reading glasses and personalized coffee mugs.” Mathias didn’t know if Berwald had a personalized coffee mug, but he did have a cute little fiancé more than willing to fill it for him.
Everything a good man like him deserved.
“Why an ostrich?” Mathias had asked.
“Ostriches are those funny birds that stick their heads in the ground when bad shit goes down. Oh yeah, they’re big. They’re big and intimidate you with those crazy fucking eyes and long legs. But here’s something else- ostriches can’t fly. I bet they want to fly, what on this fucking planet doesn’t? So they look at the birds awesome enough to fly, birds like me. And since they can’t rise up with us, they break our wings and drag us into the sand so we can all rot in misery together. Heads under the ground from birth till death, that is. Only difference is that our body eventually joins the party.”
Mathias wasn’t sure if he agreed with Gilbert. Not the bit about the eyes- ostrich eyes freaked the shit out of him. But from birth till death. That wasn’t true- there was always childhood.
Sadiq Adnan, founder of Adnan’s Automobiles and Mathias’ boss, had long ago tried to impose a policy of no fucking children allowed. It hadn’t come to pass, of course- being an open child-hater didn’t do wonders for his image as a public figure, after all. But Sadiq was hardly a man to be silenced, unless money was on the line. When the room had cleared and only Mathias was left trying to salvage the latest patient- the mask would come off, the smile would wane, and a projectile stream of fury-vomit was underway.