Once he had a dear lady friend and more that diagnosed him with a brain disease.....
The more he thought about it the more he realized she could very well be right........ Sleep Paralysis,
Oxygen deprivation Sleep apnea along with A.D.D. were not trendy when he was a boy
and thus he was never diagnosed with anything................ he just looked out the window a lot and got bad report cards.......
That Stuck.
Back to the lost Mr. Wally...........
John went out with the Caretaker to the Island... delivering jugs of water and cans of gasoline... etc.... it was after they got out there and were getting ready to race the tide back in that he discovered his Wallet was missing... that warm fuzzy feeling engulfed him, well maybe he lost it on the ride through the cut on the way out when he was acting a fool up on the fore deck the boat on a plane zigging and zagging ... when he was gyrating in simulated sex holding onto the bow line.... hooting and hollering.........
Who feels the fool now later he thought?.......... he was visualizing the wallet flying out of his pocket and into the briny bye bye debit card, Drivers license and 200 greenbacks.......
Retrace your steps fool he ordered himself........
Look into the oily bilge of the boat... maybe it slid back there into the greasy soup... NO...
Look in the water along either side of the dock maybe it is down there at the base of the pilings ... NO.....
Walk down the beach... maybe you lost it the cut and it has washed up along the shoreline.. NO.........
Go back to the Clients house and look in the cushion chair you were sitting in drinking that Coca Cola maybe your wallet slipped out there.. No...
along side of the house Perhaps? No...........
Hmmm.... well keep an eye out for it.. on the ride back in.... maybe you will see it floating over there by where the Ibis is standing on the flats..... but NO..............
No Mr. Wally anywhere............... check again ... slap your thigh.... yes it is gone for sure.
Thought of standing in line at the D.M.V. crying about his lost drivers license enter his mind... then over to the Bank.... way to go........
Back at the departure dock now... look up on the wood boards there by the cleats... No...... Sorry, go into the house and look on the coffee table. next to the colored toothpicks . NO........ Not There...... either..........
Walk back into the bedroom........ oh there it is! right on the dresser where you left it.......... Dip Shit.
My Brain Disease.
