Sit down giant baby

Friday, September 21, 2007

Sit down giant baby

Outro conto em que experimentei escrever diretamente em inglês. Se alguém notar algum erro por favor me avise! Obrigado.

Just before the restoration of his money, Jerry was thinking about suicide. He never have had any chance, he can’t stop thinking about that, over and over again. A perfect loser.

The parents were loose nuts. They spent all the money in drugs and alcohol. But they were deadheads too, so the kid grew up in a love atmosphere. They backed up a lot of his wishes when he was a brat. When the bike shop went bankrupt, both of them flee. After all, the dream wasn’t over.

He can’t blame on them. They not accept it when he rebelled in the wake of the hormones, ironically desiring to be a disciplined regular guy, and deny all of his accusations. The mother bought everything he desired. The father did everything Jerry wanted. The rest of money was invested on booze and marijuana and speed, but they never cared about possessions. Hippies, in the true sense of the word. When they left, everything belongs to Jerry, who couldn’t be charged on their name. Thankfully, the county didn’t have medieval rules and manners at that time, as well as a minority of places in that forgotten middle of nowhere.

The judge stipulated a new home for the abandoned kid. He was adopted with his Nintendo, toys, bicycle, anger and fears. At his teens, he only knew how to read and something about math thanks to his mother, but never went to school. He just drifted around the trailer park and has lots of fun. It was the end of the eighties.

The nineties were a nightmare. His new “parents” put him on school. Jerry never was a punching bag, despite his lack of sociability, because of his physical condition. But, in a small town, he had to study with small kids, from the start. Even if that was way more humiliating, he reopened the bike shop and sworn to honor all the debts. The people of the surroundings started to patronize him, because of his efforts. A kid with sense of duty. Or a fool who thinks that the feudal system is still legal. It depends from the point of view.

When he just became independent, after years of zero earnings, just paying the obligees, the bank make a mess with his account. A system error, they alleged. Well, ok, but they don’t fix the error, and even, subtle, tried to blame Jerry for the forfeit. He almost gave up and shut the doors down. Then, in a sort of a miracle, he saw a letter under his blankets. His mother – his biological mother – sent him a letter. Rosalyn, who adopts him, can’t disguise her jealousy, but she put the letter on his bed scrupulously. Mary was living on the road. She just relates banalities which sounds and smelled like the arriving of a sweetened zephyr in a sweatshop. This good sensation lasted for awhile.

All of a sudden, he becomes bitter and angrier as ever. His father just says a hello. They traveled through the country doing odd jobs and turned their back for years. Screw them. He came back to work and worked hard. The bank, finally, releases his money with a bonus, to avoid legal trouble. Nowadays Jerry is an example of a good American in his community, and his raybans and moustache became the face of terror to the illegal immigrants in town. As an officer, finally he earned all the respect that he always deserved.