Chapter 2: The Sticky Situation.
- Four hours before the meeting -
Home, more often than not it's where your heart feels most out of place. That alone could kill a man if he wasn't prepared. Preparation is what I worked on for the last three weeks, nothing could go wrong. Perhaps I was in too deep, the pressure felt suffocating. Gasping for air I got out of my bath, figured I should take swimming lessons sooner or later. Preferably sooner, with Peefy's money I could travel so far around the world, I'd end up in my own bath again.
I started doing my tie, shamelessly, but was quickly interrupted by a ringing noise inside my head. The Ringing Noise had been bugging me for several weeks, doctors couldn't cure me and neither did their medication. The phone called to me, I was compelled to answer. Out of habit I hit the speaker button, you never knew who was listening in on your conversations.
Female #1: It's hard getting a hold of you.
Future: Coconut Oil makes my skin feel smooth.
Female #1: Is it done? Have you got the money?
Future: Working on it, I left him a rather misleading note, it'll confuse him more than it did me.
Future: Hello? Monica? Veronica? Harmonica?
I hung the phone up on the ceiling, her cat must have cut her tongue. I was as nervous as her cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The weather outside started to pour rats and dogs. Things started to feel like a zoo, chaotic, out of control.
It was time. Found my coat and grabbed my hat, made the bus in seconds flat.
- One hour before the meeting -
Almost there. Insanity Boulevard, Dark Sophia Hotel on the right and the Italian Restaurant further down the street. I'd gotten here early. Figuring Peefy would take either of the two places listed, I decided to stay in the streets. A thick coat of people and smog would provide excellent cover. To my surprise Peefy had gotten there even earlier, he looked rather slick, surely a trick to throw me off.
He turned around and looked me in the eyes. I dropped myself to the floor quicker than a dead gorilla could say bananas. Luckily there was a car blocking the view. Had he seen me? Did he recognize me? After all I was Incognito, the 1937 Danish
film directed by Valdemar Lauritzen. It had only been twenty years but I didn't age a day.
Even though I supported my hand in an evidently fresh piece of gum, this wasn't the Sticky Situation I had hoped for.
Future: NOBODY MOVE!
I froze.