Stories From The Head

Juzzu Goes to Hell “I’m sick, I’m sick!” – Juzzu’s complaining was nothing new. “Everyone is sick once or twice during their lifetime!”, his mother Okkegruva used to say. But not anymore: Okkegruva had namely died 2 seconds ago. And her saying the above mentioned all-too-well-known phrase wouldn’t have changed a thing, since this was not the first, nor the second time Juzzu was sick. This was the third time. Or was it perhaps the first time? Juzzu did not ponder this question any longer, but instead he tried to concentrate on his pain. Yes, the pain was truly unbearable, and Juzzu loved focusing on it. On occasions like this, when Juzzu felt no one cared about him, he used to recite a short soliloquy he had written on an occasion like this, when he felt no one cared about him: “The fire, the pain..it’s all there...oh, yes, it’s all there...” The soliloquy amused Juzzu. Well aware of the fact that this tiny creation was a true masterpiece, he had often recited the soliloquy to his deceased mother, that had now been dead for two years. Juzzu’s girlfriend was far, far away. This meant, that Juzzu could finally touch himself. “But wait...perhaps I should go to hell instead? Yes, I’ll go to hell..”, Juzzu thought to himself. (When the archaeologists found this story from the head, they understood why Juzzu had gone to hell:Because of a sudden impulse...)...

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