Strange truth
There is no such thing as fiction. Things so weird take place that we have no way of dealing with them, so we make a little category for stuff we don't believe. I woke up today to find a slice of bread in the toilet. To tell the truth this is the third timed this has happened. So I chalk it down to experience and make some tea. I take the tea to my room and begin my daily practicing. I'm in the middle of a murder song when a loud knock comes at my bedroom door. I wet myself. See, my roommates go to work at eight and I usually have the place to myself. After the knocking I hear a voice yell "Jonas," in a voice that could only belong to my 50 year old German flatmate. "Jonas come out here and listen to me sing a song."
I open the door, "Ulrich, you came back,"
"Yes, I have a wound on my arm, listen to me sing a song."
Far be it from me to refuse a wounded man. So I sit on the couch and Ulrich takes a deep breath. Imagine my surprise when he opened his mouth and a German Kermit the frog hopped out. Heir Kermit sang a rousing rendition of "the boys of Belfast" in one single breath. Then he gasped for air for a minute and asked me what I thought...And all I could think was: why a slice of bread?
I open the door, "Ulrich, you came back,"
"Yes, I have a wound on my arm, listen to me sing a song."
Far be it from me to refuse a wounded man. So I sit on the couch and Ulrich takes a deep breath. Imagine my surprise when he opened his mouth and a German Kermit the frog hopped out. Heir Kermit sang a rousing rendition of "the boys of Belfast" in one single breath. Then he gasped for air for a minute and asked me what I thought...And all I could think was: why a slice of bread?
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