I might buy your theory, Roto, if something didn't happen this week. For some time, I've been trying to find someone, anyone who remembered the drink, Josta. For years, I wasn't able to find anyone. I was ready to say Josta was all in my mind. I was ready to say I made it up in my head along with all the stories of my drinking it. But last night, for the first time since Josta disappeared, I found someone who remembered it.
So there. I believe I might go for several years and be just about ready to right this off as my making it up in my head because I want him to say, "you bastard," but then, someone will surely say to me, "Yeah. I heard it too."
Maybe it's not "you bastard." Maybe it's "young master." But it sure as hell sounds to me like, "you bastard" no matter how I listen to it. Even when I try to force myself to hear "young master." And it's just a matter of time before I find someone else who hears it as well.





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