7: JULY

Fresh off theatrical success, Bould celebrates his school holiday with a triumphant stride through Berlin. To top it off, he heads east to Pusher Park for a hit of his favorite fix: "The Droop".

Characters, in order of appearance:
BLOCKWART, house caretaker
THEODOR PLACKMAN, instructor, The Young Pheasant Student Playhouse
BOULD, acting student, apartment block tenant 
DROOPY, apartment block tenant 

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July the school holiday. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, except perhaps for some time dung, the refuse matter produced by nothing but time alone. It can be found inside dead stock styrofoam boxes and in between the yellowing window panes of a summer cabin. Microscopic specks baked and nursed by stagnant seaside air and trapped sunbeams. Bald he stepped out, clad in linen against the sun. A tilted linen cap completed the look. Regal merging with Helios. It made sense, Bald thought, after a theatrical breakthrough, having made it. Berlin appeared like a play set at Bob's feet. In maybe four giant steps, he strode east, brushing tea garden with his linen leg towering over the rooftops, wading Dishbre Berlin his mistress and muse. Hello someone called out for Bold a complete stranger. Berlin loves you Bold answered in a beautiful giant tombre and I love her. Hey, can you sign this? It's for my old lady.

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Sure old lady, could this be a sign? Thanks, mate. We want you and I want her.

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Moved by the moment Bald got down on his knees. His linen was resting on a thankful bundle start.

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Ellen loves you and I love her and I warned her love.

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It felt good to be good and to be seen while being good. Nonetheless, Bold knew what he needed now. He'd reached the park, looked over his shoulder, and then leaped over the park wall to the other side. Bald came to a small hill out of sight from the main path. No one saw him as he started to climb. He knew the way by heart. The trees darkened the path. From a bush a voice emerged. Hello. Hello. The bushes of Busher Park. All is good. You want some uppers? One bush after the other seemed to come alive. Your collega feeling power is good. No is good. No thanks. I'm good, thank you. Oh bold. He needed no smack crack weed or speed. He knew his dope and he knew where to find it. I just need my droopy. The droop the fix in the shape of the blues to come. At the top of the hill bold, circumvented tarp stretched between the trees. The smell was funny. No one ever seemed to be there, yet the cab was growing daily mattresses, shoes, sardine cans, bottles, biscuits for dogs, and this was new a copy of Liddell and R Scott's Greek English Lexicon. Bold was about to pick up the book when the droop. Clad from top to toe in green gardenware, he was hard to make out at first, emerging with the leaves and grass. It made sense, Bald thought. After a mental breakdown, having failed, this was how a man should be seen. Invisible yet omnipresent. Play marble with me. Marble Oh Marble Drupy have you not been drinking again? As if they've done so forever Bold and Droopy right there conjoined in an impromptu breath samba panting as one. Live with me. I have to admit you do have a good setup here. It's not much, but we can grow our own seeds and wheats. Mushroom blue tower.

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Mushroom blue colours. Blue bull gas.

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From Habsburg to Luxembourg and out to the outer knuckle down. Roll up your staff clothes. We don't need to make up your jacket. Drop your pants. Droopy and bold proceeded to half undress fifty fifty, leaving bold only in his radiant linen pants, and Droopy in his humble green gardener's jacket. And so locked feet to face in a sort of circus trapeze tandem hold to the chairs of the park. Bald and drooping like a yellow and green marble rolled down the slope. Yes, drooping. I'm expecting expecting I mean we we are expecting that day in February.