When someone says, “You owe me time, you owe me blood.” I don’t tend to notice. I mean it’s a nice turn of phrase and all that, but it’s really non-threatening. When they say, “If I don’t see this man’s face in front of mine in the next thirty five minutes, I am going to find your wife, cut off her nose, and feed it to you.” I usually just shrug my shoulders and make sure I maneuver my priorities enough to make sure they don’t have an aneurysm. When someone says it in full pirate regalia in a Russian accent, I figure I can’t take anything for granted. He tosses me a human sternum before he kicks me off. I asked him what he wanted me to do with it and he just sneered at me, “Patrick is done with it.” Patrick is his bird; it is also his name, which in heat of the moment left me confused. Fortunately, the journey back to time takes about twenty minutes, which helped level things out in my head. Still have no idea what I’m supposed to do with a human sternum.

About Tietsu

Someday the words that fill my brain will fill cheap paperback books. Until then, I will collect them here.
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