Chapter 12 condor - vulture

"Don't go out on July 26, not even take a single step," said the fortune-teller. "Where's the hand?" I tremblingly tried to ask the question. "hand?" "You can't pick up a newspaper without sticking your hand out the door." "Hands don't matter, as long as your feet don't step out." "If you step out... well, what will happen?" "Unexpected things will happen." "An unexpected thing?" "yes." "For example, will you be bitten by an anteater?" "It won't."

"why?" "Why? Because you've already thought of it." I see. I don't particularly believe in fortune telling, but on July 26th I locked the door and stayed at home, drinking can after can of beer from the fridge and listening to all the Doors records .And think about all kinds of unexpected disasters that you can think of.The more I think about it, the less the number of disasters I don't expect.But when you think about it carefully, this is really meaningless, because no matter how the number of disasters is reduced, there will still be "disasters that I didn't expect" in the end.

whatever. The weather on July 26 was very fine.The sun shines on the earth, and even the metaphysical parts of the soles of people's feet are sunburned.From the nearby swimming pool came the sound of children laughing and laughing. Cool twenty-five-meter-long swimming pool. No, there was a boa constrictor lurking there waiting for me. "Python" I wrote in my notes. So the possibility of the python disappears.Although I feel a little sorry, but there is no way. The hour hand passed twelve o'clock, the sun's shadow lengthened, and dusk came.There are seventeen empty beer cans lined up on the table, and twenty-seven records stacked on top of each other.And I've had enough of this.

At seven o'clock the telephone rang. "Come and have a drink!" someone said. "No." I said. "But today is special." "Me too." "Acute alcohol intoxication," I wrote in my notes, then hung up. At eleven fifteen the phone rang.It was a woman's voice. "I've been thinking about you since I broke up with you last time." "Oh." "Then, I finally seem to understand what you said then." "I see." "Can we meet tonight?" STDs and pregnancy, I wrote in my notes and hung up. At eleven fifty-five the fortune teller called.

"You didn't go out, did you?" "Of course," I said, "but I want to ask you one thing. What is the disaster that I didn't expect? Can you give me an example?" "How about vultures, for example?" "Vulture?" "Have you ever thought of vultures?" "No." I said. "Maybe a vulture will fly over suddenly, grab you from behind, fly you into the air, and throw you in the middle of the Pacific Ocean." Oh, it turned out to be a vulture. Then the clock struck twelve.