Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
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What has happened to me? I've gone crazy. I have. Allison isn't evil. She's just stupid. She probably<br />
forgot to recharge her phone. Why all of a sudden do you accuse her of treachery when stupidity may be<br />
her only failing? Wait a second - Allison is way too young a name for a woman aged sixty-ish. She ought<br />
to be called Margaret or Judy or Pam. Allison? Only women my age are called Allison. Or Heather.<br />
When we all start dying in another forty years, they'll look at the obituaries, see our names and say to<br />
themselves, "Isn't it weird? All the Heathers are dying."<br />
A bit later<br />
Okay, there was one time when I suspected something dodgy with Jason, just one time, down in Park<br />
Royal maybe two months before he disappeared. We were walking down the main atrium in the south<br />
mall, returning a shirt, and in mid-conversation Jason froze. I looked at whatever it was he was seeing;<br />
there was just this guy sitting there eating ice cream on a bench with a woman who looked to be his<br />
mother. He was a big guy, kind of Eastern European looking, and his clothes - they were like what a<br />
nightclub bouncer in Vladivostok might choose, thinking that this was how hip Americans dress. His<br />
mother was like something from the tuberculosis ward on Ellis Island circa 1902.<br />
"Jason?"<br />
"Don't move."<br />
"Huh."<br />
"I said, don't - "<br />
"Jason, you're scaring me."<br />
The guy looked our way, and in slow motion put down his ice cream. He then rolled up his pants leg,<br />
and I thought he was going to pull out a handgun, but instead I saw that he had a metal prosthesis. The<br />
guy knocked on it, looked up at Jason and gave a creepy smile.<br />
The next minute Jason had whisked me away and we were standing in front of the Bootlegger jeans<br />
store. He was obviously stressed out, and when he saw that we were in front of the Bootlegger store, he<br />
became even more so - he said, "Not this place." So we escalatored up to the next level. I looked down,<br />
and the one-legged guy was looking up at us.<br />
<strong>By</strong> then I was curious but also quite angry. "Jason, what was that all about?"<br />
"A guy I used to work with."<br />
"It doesn't look to me like you were friends with him."<br />
"He burnt me on some money he owes me. He's a crazy Russian guy. Those people will do anything."<br />
"That's racist."<br />
"Whatever. That guy is bad news."<br />
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