January 18 is the anniversary of the death of my father and is also the day I expire on the car insurance. I've always wondered, since January 18, 1984, if the two could have some relation.
I also bothered any divine plan, but I have come to anything concrete. The only thing a little 'logic that gave birth to my mind was that the two events has been made to happen on the same day so I will not forget neither of one nor the other. For it is from January 17, 1985 I think: tomorrow is a year that My father is dead. Oh yes, I also go to pay for car insurance. And even yesterday, I thought this thing fucking twenty-seven years have passed since my father died. And I have to pay car insurance.
whereas with my mother I happen to have casinos. I know that she died June 14, I know, just that sometimes I'm thinking 12. And we have to think about two seconds to put things in their place. I believe the mother, if I observe, is a bit 'mad for this. She was very fussy, for certain things.
So, I think when that happens, you are up there with a magic wand, or something like that, makes my thoughts come back in line. Then turning to my dad says,
- you see? By now the numbers do not learn more.
-Okay come on, if it would not mess with the numbers, do not recognize.
-Had.
-Had, what?
-Had, not "would". Verbs are important.
Then my dad says "Oh yeah," and thinks that in all eternity will sooner or later it guesses a verb.
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