Disturbingly strange: A fisherman and a secret passageway

A disturbingly strange weekend. Spent the Friday and the Saturday at Tykos in Lund, getting drunk in different places. Among other things that might have or might not have happened, I got up on the “Kulturnatten” stage, played some drums and recited some free poetry,; “ I move like a crab trough time”. “Kulturnatten”, by the way is a stupid name witch kinda makes you feel like you’re in Nazi Germany. Change it. After this I passed out at McDonalds. (which was a good place to pass out considering the school project, which is, by the way, going well)

None of this would have been very strange if it wasn’t for the fact that all through the weekend, drunk or sober, in the corner of my eye there was always a small man waving for me too come with him, somewhere. He was dressed like a fisherman, one of those old English fisherman you see painted on oil canvases, only much shorter. Sometimes I think he whispered to me, the way an old grandma might whisper, in a light silly voice “joel, jo-o-o-el, ho ho. On Sunday he seemed to have disappeared, and I went back to Malmö, thinking this was nothing more than some drunk hallucination. Got back to the apartment, put Christer to bed (who had fallen asleep amongst ten to fifteen litre boxes of red wine, playing playstation), and went to bed myself, being quite tired after the weekend. But when I was just about to fall asleep I suddenly noticed a small door in my floor, which had never been there before. When I investigated it I realized it lead to a small tunnel between the fourth and the fifth floor. Being a curious fella, I had to check it out. It turned out it lead to a small empty room, empty except for a small fisher’s hat and a small gift, with my name on it. I took the gift, left the hat, feeling kinda scared. Then I went to sleep on the sofa. When I wake up, the door was gone but the gift was still there. I haven’t dared to open it yet. Perhaps tonight. I must get ready for school now, and I don’t know if I really want to know what’s in it…

A big thanks to "Cliff Cardiff" by the way, for leaving a comment. I want more of this, or i will drastically lower the quality of this blog as some kind of a weird punishment.

When I go too school I will listen to Veronica Maggio: Nöjd cause I think I´m in love.