Mary and me, Part 10

The way we are

On the air a dj is having a flu. Sexy voice I would say but he is a man. Norppa. He put a record on where they sing: 'At the age of eight I knew that the world will be destroyed in a duel of super powers.' Freelancers do not get sick, he said. Would it be a good reason to become a freelancer?

Norppa is putting on bands whose names start with letter U. Now it is time for U2. I hope everyone will find what they are looking for. Except the ones who just want to have a look. I had a look at the bed. Mary is sleeping on it. I think I have found what I have been looking for.

Rarely do I envy other people. But there was a friend of mine, Jorge, who saw U2 in a club in Dublin before they were huge. Another who I envy is Sean Connery, not because of the looks, but because of the voice. I have heard he has a tattoo Scotland forever, but is married to a Spanish lady and lives in Spain on an island.

Lit a red candle, which I have brought to Mary's. Mary wears red beautifully. But now she is naked under a red blanket. She has a two times larger bed than I do.

Last time when we were at mine, I slept on the floor, because I didn't wanna wake her up, when I came to sleep. In the morning she left without waking me up, because she knew I needed some more sleep. That is the way we are.