(07/21/24)
It had to happen that I received a message, asking me to drive a white van, which to be honest, would have been a great warning, when knowing already then what has been known then two years later (so this is a retrospective narration). They, the Jesus and the Sceletton, they come with the white van down the street where you actually can not drive. They do it anyways. When I enter the Sceletton has a bottle of red wine in his hands, but his arm are just so clumsy, that I barely believe that he can make it through the three hours. In the end, it's the Jesus that is sleeping in the back; and the Sceletton tells me about his loves; for example the love he has for the Jesus in the back. So I get interested : of course : because what does a skeleton in free nature, searching for homoerotic love? May the Jesus never know about it, is what he says, before he turns his head out of the window and gives himself a melancholic drug moment.