Two guys who play significant roles in my life have been going through their own annus horribilis recently. Not my ISO of course who tends to glide through life like a trapeze with the greatest of ease, enviably enough.
The Currency Crisis of Charming Calvin
After all this time, I'm afraid I'm actually quite a high maintenance kinda dude. Although I don't mind the occasional roadside teh tarik or economy rice lunch, I tend to gravitate towards the finer things in life especially when it comes to dining out. With all the extravagant dinners in elegant restaurants that we've been to, seems like it's been taking a toll on poor Calvin's pockets as he finds himself verging onto the red at the end of each month.
Maybe I should sing for my supper...
Not that he's resorted to filing for chapter 11 yet ( or taking out loans from the dubious chinese moneylenders with a penchant for avant-garde paint jobs and hacking limbs ) but he's already scanning the perfect spots to set up busking, singing evergreen Chinese melodies for something more than a song.
The Big Bad Business of Big Bicep Barry
Life catches up with Big Bicep Barry as he finds the frustrations of the job finally getting to him. For him, I can truly empathize since I can't imagine driving up and down the West Coast on his black hulking SUV peddling his ample wares to grumpy unappreciative clients while fending off the unwelcome advances of big business broads - not to mention the disapproving scrutiny of his paterfamilias.
Barry : Feel like running away.
Paul : Your dad will just hunt you down. Where is he gonna find a marketing exec like you?
Barry : I'll change my name, settle down on an island paradise somewhere and become a beach / surfer bum. Life will be simple, I will have cheap fish and no stress.
Paul : Not to mention the wooden necklaces you love.
Barry : True.
Paul : You can even benchpress coconuts.
My brilliant earlier ideas for him to debut as a male burlesque dancer were brushed aside as he claimed to be a dim-witted klutz who didn't have the moves. Not sure what he meant by that since I doubt anyone actually pays attention to their exotic dance routine.
It's all about the package, dude!
Maybe I should pack and move...
He wasn't as amused by that spot of whimsy of course but I managed to talk him from ending his life on some godforsaken two-by-four tropical isle by offering to buy him a small cocktail umbrella though.