“…Damn what a hangover. I couldn’t remember, but last night must have been pretty fun. Where was I, I looked around and saw my mistress laying beside me. I really had to get home to my wife. Getting some clothes on was hard. It was like I had grown, and the clothes had become smaller, cause my leg didn’t fit in any of the holes in my shirt. My shirt? Damn, I had to start all over again.
It was like the last twenty years of my life was a big blur. I remember coming home from the victory on Rhodes, and then, still coloured of my stepmothers words of morality, searching after a nice wife for myself. The one I found, sure was nice, and did come from a pretty nice family too. I guess my stepmother thought everything was nice too. My wife was only nineteen years old at the time, and oh so pure. I could stand all the niceness for a year or so. Then I found bad company.
My servant, who drove the wagon, tried to get my attention. “Eh, sir sorry, but”, while doing that he pointed somewhere on my chest, had I spilled wine or anything on my shirt? Damn, I had forgotten my shirt, and had to run back in for it. Screw all those clothes, how could I possibly remember where everyone of them should fit.
This bad company of mine, learnt me to enjoy life, but only after a bottle or to of liquor. I had been on the most spectacle parties the world had ever seen, a bad thing they took place in the sewers. I want to se the fishes look on their faces when they notice that the water from the sewers contain like twenty percent alcohol.
The wagon bumped on something that was laying on the road, something far to big for my head to like it. I had to tell my servant that I thought he drove like a lunatic. Now we where only some blocks away from the finer part of the city, where I lived.
I had been told that that had seen nobody patying so hard, for so long, without taking damage. I guess I had my immortality to thank for that, but wasn’t twenty years a little bit to long. This had to stop, maybe I should travel somewhere, to see more of the world.
The wagon turned up in front of my house, in the door stood my lady wife. Now I had to use my acting skills so she shouldn’t understand where I just came from. A smile spread over my face, and I tried to step out from the wagon with some grace. “good morning, my love…”, I didn’t have time to say anything longer than that, because I had forgotten that there actually was steps leading down from the wagon. I tumbled to the ground, in what more looked like an egg falling hard into the ground, than something that remotely looked like grace. With that troubled face that irritated me so much, my wife came closer. She really tried to make me love her, and had done so since we married. “My husband, did you hurt yourself?”.”
