Exhausted, I arrived in Derry this past Saturday. I went straight to bed 'cause I was tired and 'cause I was greeted by the fifteen or so boxes I had shipped over the past several months and that made me sad. The thought of unpacking those boxes along with my suitcases made me want to sleep for days. Which, I almost did.
At approximately 2pm on Sunday, Barry summoned me from my snuggly bed to come down to the shop where two little girls were anxiously awaiting me. They couldn't wait to practice their American accents on me.
The little girls, who decided to call themselves Cindy and Jessie because they think that sounds more American than their actual names, promptly greeting me with a bouquet of tulips and showered me with their Americanisms which mostly consisted of "Yeah, Man!" and "That's totally awesome, Dude"! Cindy even told me I sounded nothing like what she expected me to sound, so I think I disappointed them a wee bit. I'll have to work on my American accent a little more. Here we are:
And, here is my mountain of boxes, clothes, luggage and shit that I have to work on unpacking. I think perhaps I'll build a fort instead. And I'll name it Fort American and I'll go there to practice my American accent and perfect my Americanisms. See ya in a few days kids--once my fort is complete.Or, maybe once all this stuff is put away.