"Life ain't what you reckon to be sonny boy!", said Ol'Timer Willy, while rocking his chair in his porch. "Mmmm, no siree!", he carried on, suddenly stopping as if to appreciate his own piece of advice. His wrinkled and myopic eyes seemed to vanish into the past, as if in some sort of time travelling without moving.
"You know boyo, «what we've got here is failure to communicate», like they say in that movie whatever it's called..." He shuffled his feet and spat that godawful chewing tobbaco he so much appreciated. I leaned forward lending him all my ears...he was never this talkative before.
"I've been watching you kid.
after the war i was thrown in a Florida jail, unjustly, but that's another story. Well, while i had my bones there i met Cool Hand Luke, you sure must've heard 'bout him, with the picture and all...well, the Warden there, one day told Luke, after another of his shennanigans, that we must conform sometimes to the dice life gives ya... «what we've got here is failure to communicate» he said...
"I've been watching you kid.
after the war i was thrown in a Florida jail, unjustly, but that's another story. Well, while i had my bones there i met Cool Hand Luke, you sure must've heard 'bout him, with the picture and all...well, the Warden there, one day told Luke, after another of his shennanigans, that we must conform sometimes to the dice life gives ya... «what we've got here is failure to communicate» he said...
Gunther Dünn
