David Calls

I sign out of work just after 3pm and we go for a walk. 

David calls. I want to die, he says.

Oh David, we all do.

We all do, he says. The thought cheers him up.

Yes, of course, life sucks.

So, If I organise it, will you do it with me?

Sure, I say.

When, he asks.

Oh well, I couldn’t fit it in this year.

Why? What do you have to do?

I have to see all the awful people, I say. So many awful people to see.

The world is full of them, he says.

Ain’t that the truth, sister, I say.

He laughs. Why is it that you are the only person who can cheer me up, he asks.

It’s a gift, I say. Like the ability to smoke vast amounts of pot, stand on one leg and rub my tummy, or work a Rubix Cube, I say.

He laughs. He says he is taking his dogs to the dog beach.

Oh well, good luck with that, I say.

He says, oh the horror the horror is stretched out in front of me.

You at the beach, are you? I ask.

Yes, he says.

Enjoy, I say.

David travels the world with his work, and is a high achiever. People throughout the world seek him out for the work he does.

However, when he comes home, he falls apart and on most days he is barely able to get out of bed.

He is a true Gemini.