It was a day like any other. I was just about to have my morning tea, as my new friend Nico approached me:<\/p>\n
\u201cHey man.\u201d
\n\u201cWell hello, what can I do for you, my dear?\u201d I replied.
\n\u201cI told you about the person who always steals my ham, right?\u201d
\n\u201cYes, you certainly did!\u201d
\n\u201cThis morning it happened again.\u201d<\/p>\n
And then he went on and on about this ham theft which, to be quite honest with you, I found rather samey. As the day went on and the sun slowly set over the nicely trimmed rose bushes of our hostel\u2019s neighbour, Mrs. Haberdasher \u2013 her son apparently just quit his job, because it was too hard on his pitiable, little hands, so he can help out in the garden \u2013 the events picked up. Some music played and people started tippling. Our room housed the consumption of further recreational drugs, which won\u2019t be discussed any further here. Nothing illegal, of course!<\/p>\n
\u201cHaha, let me have another drag.\u201d I said.
\n\u201cOk, but we only have another two.\u201d Nico replied.
\n\u201cTwo will get you good and baked. And besides, we\u2019ve had four today, already.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shortly after indulging in the joys of our newfound favourite substance, two further mates had moved into our room. They weren\u2019t too talkative:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you think about this, Alfred?\u201d I asked one of them. \u201cYou haven\u2019t said a single word since you got here. That\u2019s why I had to give you this name… Alfred… because I don\u2019t know your real name.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re not going to get a reply from Alfred, right James?\u201d James didn\u2019t answer either.
\n\u201cWell, I would call you impolite, if you weren\u2019t so jaunty, guys.\u201d<\/p>\n
As the night progressed, smoke filled our room, beer cans were emptied and things got a little… out of hand:<\/p>\n
\u201cYeees, Alfred, I\u2019m on to you…\u201d Nico babbled, dangerously waggling around with the knife he had pulled out from under his bed upon arrival a couple of days ago. \u201c… you stole my ham, didn\u2019t you? Admit it!\u00a0 Admit it and I\u2019ll let you go unharmed.\u201d
\n\u201cHe isn\u2019t going to answer\u201d I said and tried to slowly take away Nico\u2019s knife.
\n\u201cNO! That is my knife and I am going to keep it. I am allowed to do anything I want with this. If I wanted to throw it at Alfred, I could. Like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
And he threw the knife at James. It sunk deep into Jame\u2019s chest, he slid off his bed and didn\u2019t get back up again.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t Alfred, that was James, you pillock!\u201d I screamed, absolutely stunned by what had just happened.
\n\u201cOh bloody hell, what have I done?\u201d Nico asked incredulously grabbing his head. \u201cI killed the wrong person.\u201d
\n\u201cYou killed a person!!\u201d
\n\u201cHoly moly!\u201d Nico exclaimed. \u201cHow am I going to get a job, if I killed a person in my first week here?\u201d
\n\u201cWha.. What are you talking about? Come down and help me resuscitate Frank!\u201d I yelled and jumped over to Frank to turn him on his back. There was blood everywhere.
\n\u201cJames… His name is James!\u201d Nico corrected me.
\n\u201cWhatever! Call an ambulance!\u201d<\/p>\n
For a while I gave James a cardiac massage, with the knife still burried deep inside his chest. I could only hear myself breathing. James didn\u2019t move and more and more blood poured over my hands. Desperately, I turned around to see what Nico was up to. I couldn\u2019t believe my bloody eyes: He had fallen asleep on the bed, with a cell phone in his hand. With Alfred\u2019s cell phone. Just as I was about to get up and wake up Nico in an unpleasant manner, I felt very giddy and darkness surrounded me before I hit the ground.<\/p>\n
An immense pain in the back of my head woke me up. The sun was shining through the closed window on the wooden floor, which was soaked in red liquid. I moved my head about an inch to the side and smelled it. It smelled like sugar and alcohol. I heard someone move behind me. That was probably Nico. That turnip\u00a0had fallen asleep last night, when he actually was supposed to call an ambulance… But why an ambulance?<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Jesus Christ!\u201d Nico and I\u00a0said in unison and Ipushed myself off the ground, which helped the pain in my head intensify. I looked around. There was noone else beside Nico and me in the room. Just a huge pillow on the empty bed at the far end of the room and a huge pillow with a knife stuck in it and the red alcoholic liquid smeared all over it, on the ground in the middle of the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cBud, weren\u2019t there two guys here last night? One of which was sort of… dead, I believe.\u201d Nico asked.
\n\u201cI think we have to cut down on the drugs, mate.\u201d I answered and pointed at\u00a0the banana Nico was still pressing to the side of his face, as if he was calling somebody on it.
\n\u201cYeah, unemployment is not healthy for me…\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Next week we learn about how Nico and I got our first job and actually there is a lot to learn about the entire field of work and markets in New Zealand, so be sure to stop by when I Bryson it up.<\/p>\n
See you next week and remember to be the weirdest you can possibly be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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