’m 20 years old now, and I am unemployed. I specialized in Economics in grad school. I never really felt like it was completely my thing, but I still kept going. When we were kids Laisvall School was still open, but there was only one girl in our class. It was weird. She wasn’t ugly or anything, but she just became more of a friend than anything else. Where is she now? I really don’t know what happened to her. I think maybe she moved to Germany.
You don’t have any openings, do you? I could absolutely see myself working as a reporter. And I’d definitively be into getting something going here too. I have plenty of ideas, but no money. And if I try and get a business going and it fails, I’ll be stuck in a pile of shit.
A good thing about small places like this is you have to work your problems out straight away, you sort things out because you meet all the time anyway. I got in a fight with a guy a while back. It happened after another guy had an accident on his motocross. He fractured his collarbone and got a concussion. He was bleeding from the ears. It was just the eardrum that had popped, but we didn’t know that at the time. My friend sat there and took care of him, trying to keep him conscious—he was good and drunk too. He had blood all over his hands. It was crowded with people and I felt there was nothing more I could do for him. I was drunk too, and we were outside, so me and some other kids stepped aside and started playing football. The guy’s brother arrived and he got pissed because we had kept partying as if nothing had happened. But you know, there was nothing I could do! Anyhow, I was drunk and said a bunch of stupid shit and the mood went very bad. It was my birthday too, we were planning a big party for the coming days and everything, but all of that got called off after that incident. But a few days later we wrote something to each other on MSN, and then we ran into each other too. We said “Hi” and all that, and afterwards it was fine between us.
PJ
