Thaddeus Littleman
A Dedicated Follower of Fashion and Paranoia
A satirical novel of a London lad in serialised form
Chapter 5
Would I be bored all day? That’s what Father wanted to know.
Creative people are never bored. Am I right, mates?
My “To Do” list included composing a long love missive to my Jewel back in Golders Green, London — revealed here for the first time — drum roll — with the heavenly name of Emily. Emily. Emily. Say it soft, and isn’t it almost like praying?
Emily.
I also planned to read more about the local culture and the 2nd Amendment, researching area school districts, locating immediate housing to avoid emotionally unstable relatives — including my spectacularly undiagnosed bi-polar Cousin — the Gun Nut and Porn Fiend.
Not to belittle short people — as I am still rather diminutive — but Billy, The Cousin would have made a marvelous member of the Lollipop Guild from The Wizard of Oz — just instead of a lollipop, replace with a sawed-off AK47 with a silencer and 10,000 rounds of Panzer-piercing bullets.
I would also try, if I could, to avoid one —or two — if there were indeed two — Mystery Motorbike Riders who seemed to be stalking me. I…
