7:39 p.m. - 2002-06-30
one of us cannot be wrong
i met up with an old man, a little boy and my dog in a flooded field. they took me for a walk with the little boy leading the way. the water was knee deep for me, the little boy was in to his shoulders. they took me to the edge of the field, where a group of abandoned rusty exercise bikes stood in line. the little boy then said he wanted to take me to a forbidden place, where the water was much deeper and as we started walking there i've noticed that my dog is nearly drowning, the water was much too deep to walk in and he couldn't swim in it with the tangled grass and bushes everywhere. as we turned around and went back to our spot this girl with a striped shirt came out and gave me a dirty "busted" look. after looking at me for a while she grabbed my can of coke and walked away, as if showing me i'm her bitch. a couple of hours later, i went back to the old school looking for the girl, she was laying on a couch with her friends, as soon as she seen me she stopped laughing. i grabbed my can of coke back and asked her "what the fuck did you think you were doing?" she replied "i wanted to revenge you for sticking that pencil in my hand", "what pencil?", i asked, and she pulled out a long pencil straight out of her finger. i was so terrified with what i did to her that i returned the can of coke to her as a compensation and left, almost crying.
i arrived to the airport, sighing with relief that the aircraft i'm going back in is a small plane, not one of the huge 747 ones i was so afraid of. i boarded the plane and was supposed to meet elaine bennis from seinfeld inside. she was running around looking for a better sit, half of the seats were torn out of their places, i couldn't find one and so the plane took off with me sliding back and forth on it's floor. a huge wooden box that was tied to the inside of the plane fell out right as we were landing, causing the plane to swirl around it until it stopped. getting out, i found out that the pilot was stupid enough to forget our luggage in the airport we left from and a lot of people were pissed. i met vera, sharon, eran, noel, lorin and keren at the subway station as they were leaving. while i stood there saying goodbye to them, some guy in a suit came by and said i had to meet up with gene goldberg and give him his wedding rings. me and noel started walking down the tracks trying to figure out how each and one of us gonna get back home when this guy came by running, introduced himself as gene goldberg and asked for his wedding rings. he was so grateful that he asked me and noel if we wanted a ride back home in his helicopter. we, of course, agreed and he called his pilot. sitting-half-laying on the helicopter floor i almost fell out, the door was open. it seemed like we flew over toronto and israel all together, they were mixed up in this perfect way. flying over the mediterranean sea noel said it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and still laying on the floor, i grabbed his leg like little children to to their parents when they don't get what they want and told him i desperately want to go back home. he told me that i just got here and i wondered where the hell i am. i asked him if he was wearing his seat belt and he laughed and said no and i got scared and quickly put on mine. we flew straight into the city, which looked sunnier than it usually is, flying really low on yonge street, turning to a dirty small israeli alley, back to queen street, the pilot almost crashed into a building then landed on the rooftop of rivka's building on sheshet ha-yamim. a black girl named cari dressed all in glitter waited for us there, across the street there was the fitness institute. gene stepped out for a talk and a smoke with us and cari looked very sad, knowing she had to go back to work. she looked exhausted and disappointed. gene asked us why she's so tired to which noel replied "she's working 20 hours a day, she doesn't get to play with the crayons".
