We’re at the farmers market like we are most Fridays , Leroy and I . I usually eat before hand so as I don’t go crazy and load up on food ,today I’m starving . There’s some stuff in there I love but I stay clear of it and give a little stall a go that’s rarely got any customers. I’m a sucka for stuff like that . Yeah , I know I’m soft . I order a burrito from a little Old Mexican guy and his wife , it takes me several minutes to translate what I want . Of course he can’t understand a word I’m saying . Eventually he offers a side serving of salsa . I tell him I’ll take the hot shit . Yep he doesn’t understand that either , but eventually through sign language I get the spicy salsa . I don’t mind a bit of sweat . I’ve been feeling a million bucks today ; gone for a surf , did a work out and even an online yoga session. The burrito is average ; it has potato’s and beans in it , but the sauce is like hydrochloric acid . I’m sweating up all nasty all of a sudden , but I ain’t stoppin . I think it stripped a layer of skin off the back of my throat and I keep on swallowing hoping that the throat will recover . It doesn’t …………and then it hits me , that old mutha fucka .
Wind back two days earlier an ole mate is harassing me as usual . I’m sitting at our little kitchen table reviewing stuff from sports massage , when I get several messages and the usual phone call . Relentless. I ignore my phone and plough on , stopping occasionally to look at the rain and to see if the lines are getting any bigger out there . ( the surf)There’s barking , a sure sign that Marcus is on the move . Then there’s the dragging clumsy steps as he comes up our stairs . I ignore him for 20 seconds and enjoy the idea of him getting wet . Eventually after knocking on the door he bangs on the window and looks in on me . Fuck …….. “Troy , couldn’t you see me there “. “Sure ” “Why didn’t you open up straight away “. ” Just had to finish up what I was writing ,that’s all “,I reply .” I was getting wet out there ” ” Yeah , I know ” . ” You can be a real prick sometimes, I was just bringing you a gift over . “.
2 days prior . ” You know how I told you about Zycam , and how it’s the best stuff for a cold ? ” Marcus tells me . ” Yeah “. ” It didn’t work this time . I’ve been so sick for the last 3 days , I haven’t been able to get up off the couch . ”
Forward 2 days . ” Didn’t you see it raining out there , why didn’t you let me in straight away . “. ” Marcus , I was just busy ok , am I not allowed some peace and quiet so I can study ? “. ” I brought you over a piece of raspberry pie as a gift .” “Marcus ……you know I don’t eat desert and I don’t eat fucken fattening foods during the day , an especially at 11am . ” He drives us insane on every front but he persists with offering us food . Ive seen his mess of a kitchen ,and his eating style of talking and chewing at the same time whilst food flies out of his teeth like a lawn mower without a catcher . You can see why I have no desire to eat anything he offers . ” Just throw it in the bin if you don’t want it Troy .” ” Marcus you are sick ! Listen to your voice and you look shit .” ” No , Troy I’m over it now , I’m not contagious any more . “. I take a couple of bites and then get up and throw it in the bin . He’s horrified . Later I admonish myself for eating it . That voice in your head tells you ,you are gonna pay for that . You tell yourself you’re paranoid . That other voice says ok , remember you’re going on a holiday on Sunday ………. don’t get sick .
Sure enough we are on our way to Florida on an American Airlines flight …… and I am feeling thoroughly awful …….. And I’ve only got myself to blame
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