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| Hpathy Ezine - Oct., 2004 | ||||
| Mr. Sulphur Applies for a Loan -- Lowanna Hugall |
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"Today is finally here," Mr. Sulphur thinks to himself. "This is going to be the beginning of a great adventure. I will clearly need to take notes of the events of the day so as to remember everything for the book that I will surely write. Today I will finally be seen for the brilliant man that I am!” It’s 5am and Mr. Sulphur is awake as per normal. He can’t sleep and has been up since 3am from thinking, as usual, and is lying in his single bed with his feet sticking out of the covers, as he always does. He is reading a book about the history of the industrialised world which is a long way away from his initial plan of getting up and finally finishing the business plan--that same plan that the bank manager asked him to prepare for today’s loan interview. He instead continues to read and accidentally falls back to sleep, cat-napping off and on for the next 5 or so hours. He jerks and twitches during this time. Mr. Sulphur sleeps lightly at this time so let me quietly talk to you about why we are here. As you have gathered this is a big day for Mr Sulphur. Today he is going to a long awaited interview with the bank manager about some ideas he has had for some time about starting a business. Mr. Sulphur wants to borrow $20,000. He has spent months researching his business idea and knows a lot of information on every aspect of it imaginable. To be honest with you most of the information he read will never be used in a million years but this is the way of Mr. Sulphur. His appointment is for 11.00 am. Not the best time for him, to be sure! Now, dear reader, you go and have a cup of tea and we will meet back here nearer 11.00 am. Here we are again and Mr. Sulphur is STILL asleep and its 10.45. Oh dear! Is he going to miss that interview? I think I will have to make a little noise that will just wake him up. “Cough, cough”…oh good… Mr. Sulphur stirs from his sleep startled, and he looks terrible, as he has an awful burning headache on his vertex that will now last all day because he has accidentally slept in. He now remembers he needs to be at the bank and it's 10.50am. He looks around his disordered room but knows exactly where everything is that he needs. He grabs his mismatched clothes off the floor. He has wrinkles all over his suit from all the books that have been placed on them over the days since he last went out--quite a few days now, as he has been very busy planning for his business and in fact he has done little else. Mr. Sulphur, as you can see, is not into fashion, but today he is making an extra effort to look nice as he glances into the mirror spitting on his hand, trying to pat down his wiry crazy hair. At the same time wiping crumbs off of his mouth from what meal he is not sure as he has not showered in quite some time. He says it burns his skin and can even make him dry out which in turn makes him itchy. As he sits to put on his shoes and his sort-of matching socks he looks at himself in the mirror and notices that he is looking old, freckly, and sees that his skin is pale and sickly. He rubs his hands over his bright red cracked burning lips. The wrinkles are longer than he has ever seen them and he notices that he mustn’t have been eating properly lately as he is looking more lanky and thin than when he last saw himself. Then he thinks that his height does not help the situation. Stooping over to tie his shoes, his dizziness becomes so bad he nearly falls over. Luckily he finishes tying his shoes and tries to stand up straight looking into the mirror, imagining the events of the whole morning but to stand is exhausting at the best of times and to stand without stooping is impossible. “Ohhh!” he looks at his watch again 10.56. “Uughhh”, he grumbles “I’m going to be late." He flusters around his room picking up all of his wonderful ideas written on scrappy old paper, some of it even dusty. He holds up the pizza carton and then decides to leave the pizza packet cover at home as it’s just too cumbersome to carry down town. He lumbers faintly and weakly through the kitchen as 11.00am nears. He gets a sinking feeling in the stomach, he senses his stomach acid rise and grabs for an apple off the bench. Then he is off and out the door, excited about sharing his great ideas with someone. |
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