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Story of Creo or how I learned that I can run pretty fast…

Oh boy, I gotta write this one down before it slips my mind. It’s a rather long one:

So it was a cold and windy day at Manly Beach, overclouded and all. Winds from different directions would make surfing close to impossible today. Taking the ferry to downtown Sydney seemed like a good choice. So I sat down in front of the boat and enjoyed the rough weather. Shaking ferry and a cool breeze in my hair. That’s more like it…

At some point there was this guy coming and sitting right next to me. The kind of construction worker with leather skin and a full beard one would think. He was a nice guy though. After I reminded him not to spill any beer he would offer me a drink as well. Actually one beer followed the other which got me in the mood for talking. Turned out, Creo was his name and he was born over here.

“You’re working there in Manly?”

“Errr, no mate. I’m not working at the moment. Work kind of sucks away all your time and inspiration, you know?”

Sure, I knew what he was talking ’bout. But his stories got kind of more and more interesting over time. Apparently he was 40 and had this Indian wife and two kids. And, my favourite part, he had this property…

“You know, I own this property. Probably worth like 1,4mio bucks. 1,5-1,6 maybe. I don’t care too much about the price though.”

“How come?”

“I just moved in there and made myself at home. I don’t know who it belongs to. The owner might even show up one day.”

All right, just so that I understand: He would own a million dollar property? That almost killed me.

“Actually I’m owning another house. I pretty wealthy. Life’s good, man…”

Yeah, right! I would feel kind of sorry for him. He probably told this story so often that he himself believed it. Well anyway, since I didn’t have any plans and all I decided to walk along with him for a while. First we bought yet another beer, of course. So every lady that passed us by was friendly greeted with:

“Hey, you two girls, you’re up for a party tonight?”

or

“Hey sweetheart, how’re you? Wanna join us?”

The girls didn’t really appreciate it too much though. But I couldn’t help but keep laughing all the time…

We just arrived at The Rocks and it would start raining when things got kind of dodgy. First he asked me how much money I would have and afterwards where I would live. “OK, Holm, focus, don’t tell anything!” – The beers made it hard though. I told him something about me not having any money left and just saving enough for the trip and all.

Anyhow, this was the first time I thought I really needed to get lost asap. Which was not as easy as it seemed. First of all because he had safely secured my belongings in his bag. I don’t even know why I gave it to him in the first place! Fuck those beers! Secondly he would not let me leave him and hold my arms and would insist to take me to the next pub.

There was this nice old English pub we went to and he would seriously just sit next to all kind of people and keep talking about his goddamn property and how fucking wealthy he was and that he was going to put up a fence or something for his fucking sheep while I was planning my escape from this English prison.

I figured the best chance would be the restroom. It took me all the energy and concentration that was left (did I tell you ’bout those beers?) and went to the toilet. Finally the moment would arrive when he wouldn’t look. I was going straight to the exit, not too hasty though. Close the doors behind me. And ran like fucking hell!

I guess I must have made it after all since I woke up the next morning in my beloved bed with quite a hangover. So I guess there are a thing or two we can learn from this story, too bad nothing comes to my mind right now…


9 Responses to “Story of Creo or how I learned that I can run pretty fast…”

  • Manja Manja Says:

    Well, I know what we can learn from this story: You’re better off with your old ball and chain around…

  • Holm Holm Says:

    Truth be told…

  • Joerg Joerg Says:

    well, i remember times when you would have just kicked him in the nuts and off you go.. 😉

  • Holm Holm Says:

    And I remember times where I would kick your nuts just for the fun of it…

  • Sascha Sascha Says:

    Holm, sorry but I just don’t get it… Your belongings were in his bag, right? How did you manage to get them? Did you leave without them? Are you sure it wasn’t just a dream?

    cheers mate!

    • Holm Holm Says:

      See, that’s where the reading part comes into play:

      “First of all because he had safely secured my belongings in his bag.”

      He managed to get my stuff. I don’t even know how he did it. He just asked something like “Ah, come, let me put your stuff in my bag. It’s big enough and you don’t need to carry it…”.

      Man, I must have been drunk by then already…

  • Sascha sascha Says:

    hehe, yeah reading… your an idiot Holm. Just answer my question: How did you manage to get your stuff BACK? Did you run away without your stuff?

    Oh boy, if I have to ask one more time, you can bet I’ll slap you next time I see you!

  • Holm Holm Says:

    Ooops, my mistake.

    Actually I’m not quite sure how I got my belongings back. I think I always kept repeating to myself:

    “If you forget to ask for your stuff, you won’t ever see it again…”

    I believe in the end he just handed me the things over when I threatened him that I would bring my bigger but more stupid brother Sascha

  • Sascha sascha Says:

    lol

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