I got in contact with Brandall on February 26th, 2011. I saw his ad on a flyer and, somehow, I decided to cross the line.
I had been looking for somebody like Bran for almost two months until our paths crossed by chance.
Brandall was my guru, and would soon become my friend.
We worked together for nearly eight months. Brandall taught me a few lessons I'll never be able to forget. He left and indelible mark upon me.
And this is only the beginning of the story...


2.22.2012

Why Martes

Why Martes?, I kept asking myself. Why Martes, when everybody can be found where they're yet supposed to be.

Why Martes, unlike first-things-first.

Why Martes, Ray Bradbury would love it - but.

Why Martes, no Mares or Seven Seas radios or nothing...

Why Martes, green cups unreal.

Why Martes, so warlike.

Why Martes, why fire, why a guy chained to a risk.

Why Martes, no wings on my heels, can't actually run anymore (there was a time I thought I could.)

Why Martes - sounds so weird, anyway. Point of correstion - it doesn't. Okay, okay.

Martes.

Let it be.

Phew!



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2.17.2012

Morgana Lizbeth phoned


Morgana Lizbeth got my telephone number (I guess Brandall didn't bother to keep it for himself) and phoned me last night. Man, she was SO blunt!

Well, she's made a new mistake with me... She openly admitted having threatened to kill me. Waaahahahahaha!

(This is exactly what I call 'poetic justice'...)

Now, tell me: who's more pathetic? (Rhetorical question. You know the answer perfectly well.)


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1.17.2012

A BRIEF RENDEZ-VOUS

A message left on an answering machine, when the right numbers are dialed, can make a miracle. Finally, I managed to make contact with Brandall. And to my satisfaction, he attended the rendez-vous.

I saw him, and he saw me - through the window, as my train was pulling out of the station... Really a breathtaking experience.

His light-blue eyes look the same; his voice hasn't changed, either. (He shouted my name, that's how I can say that.) I waved goodbye at him... He just stayed there, standing on the platform and following me with his eyes.

He managed to take out a piece of paper from a pocket. He raised his hand and showed it to me. I saw my address written there. So he knows where I'm dwelling...

I must say it was reassuring and encouraging to make such a discovery.

I've woken up to a bright day today. Yes, I'm full of hope this morning - it's a sure thing Brandall and I will meet again.


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