Hamlet, photograph, politician and pizza

 

I am sitting around page-thumbing the new tragedy of Shakespeare called “Hamlet” …pfff. What a shitty title. What does it mean anyway, a ham omelet? As if anybody is going to put it on stage. Ha-ha. A bunch of worms trying to let a heated apartment made of ham. Who cares!? Seriously. Warm worms. The trash they publish today...

Then I turn to my left and I realize there is a photograph of a couple I never saw in my life looking at me. Looking down on me, to be exact. Those cocky bastards, always happy & smiling. Who are you people? Why are you in my room? They don’t even nudge. Stupid inanimate photograph.

*The phone rings*

-Yes?
-Hello, is this P____. P_____?
- No.
- Are you his son?
-Yes.
- Can I leave a message? I’m calling on behalf of Mrs. Stella Kyriakou. She is a candidate for the House of the Representatives and she would like to invite your father at a reception party on Tuesday, around 8 o’clock , in the Elaiwn Swimming pool.
- Ok.
- How old are you?
- Ehmm… twenty four?
- Good. Mrs. Kyriakou would like to invite you and your friends at the same reception party but a bit later, for the youth party.
- I don’t have any friends.
- Oh… Don’t worry you’ll make some there.
- Maybe… Is Mrs. Kyriakou a friend of the youth!?
- Yes, she likes the youth very much. You are the future of Cyprus.
- Will she be my friend? Does she like me? Did she say anything? What kind of games are we playing in the pool?
- Hehe! No games young man. Only music, drinks and fun fun fun.
- I don’t like music… or fun.
- Ok bye bye. *hangs up*
- Wait! Do you love me? Would you like to play with me?
- …….

I’m so miserable and lonely...

And kind of hungry.

*Dial pizza place number*

- Pizza place? I would like a pizza!
- What kind?
- Pepperoni, tomato, onions and friends.
- What?
- Do you love me friend?
- Jesus Christ. You again?
- Heh.

 

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