A mid summer night hare (60)

After a crazy night of sex marathon private drug party with transgenders, transvestites, ladyboys and a whole bunch of OEC elite members, Ackley is home again with an exhausted body.

Ackley says, “I am back.”

Emmy says, “My hubby, you work hard and play hard. I feel so sorry for you. After all, you spare no pain to climb up the society. You will eventually get paid what you deserve. Karma is a bitch. Keep calm and carry on. You know, they tried to bury us but they didn’t know we were seeds. I hope you reap the harvest you sow soon. I am anticipating that d-day to come.”

Ackley says, “My wife is so kind-hearted, like an angel. But this world is ugly.”

Emmy says, “You try so hard and you aim for the sky. Maybe you can reach the stars some time. Or maybe you have already reached the stars!”

Ackley says, “You jealous of me shooting myself to moon and playing among the stars?”

Emmy says, “You are hopeless. Learn to say fuck you to the world every once in a while. You have every right to. You must practice being stupid dumb, unthinking, empty. Then you will be able to DO. Don’t worry about cool. Make your own uncool, make your own world. If you fear, make it work for you. Draw and paint your fear and anxiety. And stop worrying about big deep things such as to decide on a purpose and way of life, a consistent approach to even some impossible end or even an unimagined end. You are not responsible for the world. Only responsible for your work so just DO IT. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder, wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, grasping, confusing, itching, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, numbling, rambling gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse shitting, hair splitting, nitpicking, piss trickling, nose sticking, ass gouging, eyeball poking, finger-pointing,  alleyway  sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil eyeing, back scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO.”

Ackley is audially impaired and mentally handicapped so he still thinks that he is very loved, and says, “You are a dumbo piggie. You are so foolish. I am such a great man embracing your love. Others would not love you as much as I do.”

Yes, he is right. Emmy is a simple-minded, kind-hearted, foolishly naïve, innocent yet lovable, easily befriended little teenage girl with lots of love and warm wishes because she grew up with monks in a small town of Wanchai without any ideas of the dirty tricks inside the real world. Emmy never has to compete with anyone for anything. A Band 1 girl school on Hong Kong island has no competition.

Emmy smiles back at Ackley and says, “My hubby, the insurance agent called today. Your health check up report has been distributed to a clinic in Central. Go pick it up yourself. This is their address, Acetate Health Center, 4/F, Lab Gei Building.”

Ackley says, “My wife is always so nice to me.”

Emmy says, “You deserve it. It always seems impossible until it’s done.”