The Easy Day Was Yesterday by Jordan Paul

Author:Jordan, Paul [Jordan, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780752499161
Publisher: The History Press
Published: 2013-06-18T14:00:00+00:00

17.

NIGHTMARE DAY ELEVEN

Tuesday 3 June

I can happily report that my fortress kept the rats out last night despite their visit at around 2.00 this morning. I didn’t know why they entered my cage because I was careful not to leave any scraps of biscuit lying around and the biscuit packets were in a plastic bag hanging on a nail on the wall. Perhaps they had a taste for my feet, the filthy bastards. I was reminded of a scene from the movie Pulp Fiction in which John Travolta and Samuel Jackson are in a diner and Travolta orders bacon, but Jackson refuses. Travolta asks whether this is a religious thing and Jackson says, ‘No, I just don’t dine on swine, that’s all.’

‘Yeh, but bacon tastes good; pork chops taste good.’

‘Hey, a sewer rat might taste like pumpkin pie, but I’d never know because I wouldn’t eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs eat and root and shit. That’s a filthy animal. I don’t eat nothing that ain’t got sense enough to disregard its own faeces.’

‘A dog eats its own faeces.’

‘I don’t eat dog either.’

‘But do you regard a dog as a filthy animal?’

‘I wouldn’t go as far as calling a dog filthy, they’re definitely dirty. But a dog’s got personality.’

‘Ah yes, but by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality it would cease to be a filthy animal.’

‘Well, we’d have to be talking about one charming mother fucking pig. He’d have to be 10 times more charming than that Arnold from Green Acres.’

I started laughing and felt the need to watch the movie again. It was just classic writing; I loved the dialogue in that movie and it confirmed Tarantino as a genius.

As I lay on my mattress under the mozzie net enjoying the cool morning, I sensed something in the back of my mind that wasn’t quite right. Sometimes when my stars weren’t lined up I got a light feeling in my gut that told me to watch my arcs — I’m not sure where that sense disappeared to when I crossed the fucking border. I tried to dissect the previous day, but couldn’t think of anything and nothing happened last night to knock the stars from alignment. Maybe it was just me being a dick, but I normally had good senses and had learnt over the years to trust them. So I relaxed and thought about the random dream I had last night of a dear old friend of the family called Vicky.

I had known Vicky since I first joined the army as a 19-year-old when her son and Colin, my half-brother, started playing football in the same team as seven-year-olds. Vicky was a large woman with a happy personality and beautiful spirit. She was indeed a lifelong friend of the family; Mum regarded Vicky as her best friend. It was huge shock to us all when Vicky died last year and it certainly left a gap in the lives of everyone she came in contact with. Vicky

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