THE GENESIS OF ECCENTRICISM

The phone had rung around 2 am that morning . It was john . He had said that he desperately needed to visit me in an hour . " Sure . " I said . I had smelt fish and I could not let it swim away without me throwing a hook . Half an hour later we were sitting on the couch and I had already got my knife ready .

John had a bag . It was small with a glittering zip . From its cream colour I presumed it was once white but dirty had tarnished its glory . It was beautiful with a Nike label with it . There was something peculiar about the bag that I could not get . Something was wrong about it . What ? I kept wondering to myself . Maybe it was the way he held it close to him .
John's white shoes were dirty with mud or blood maybe both , one could not tell . He was messing my mother's carpet . I told myself to remind him to clean it before leaving . His black trousers was wet , very wet indeed . His purple shirt was torn on the leftside , below the pocket and I could see that some of the buttons where missing .
He might had been bleeding , I could see some blood on his moustache . A very large pamana hat was on his head . It was as huge as a satellite dish and what about the sunglasses at this time of the day ? Something was definately wrong .
He drew the bag even closer to him and put it on his lap . He was still a little shaken by what had happened he had said . Now we were getting somewhere . I was doing nothing to help him excerpt to devour him with my red eyes whilst my tiny ears listened attentively to his movie-like story . I did not believe every single letter he said , but it involved money , so I had to gamble on it this time.

" I had been with Dereck few hours ago at his house in Rhodesville . There was a police raid , it was almost successful but I escaped with all this week's profits . Dereck had been hit and he did not pull through . " said John almost in tears

All that glitters is not gold , I thought to myself , it might be money . John and Dereck had been partners in a business that had a high rate of turnover per week . I did not understand why they kept using the terms profit and high turnover ratio since they did not inject any capital in it , not even a cent . I knew they were robbers , armed robbers to be precise.

" I have got two and half thousand dollars , " he contiued , " just drive me to the border I will give you half a thousand. Deal right ? " I love money it is the root to all my successes . I told him ,sincerely , that if he wanted me to help him escape with life he had to give me half of the money . " Half of that money is five hundred dollars less than the bounty the police had put on your head . " I finished by a rich small lie . I thought he would fall for it by he was adamant.

I threatened him by telling him I was going to call the cops. We got into a heated argument and I fell short of words. I went to my room to get my gun only to realise I did not own one , even worse , I had never seen that thing excerpt in movies . I came back with a glass of orange juice with poison in it and it was over in few minutes.

I hid the body under the couch , shame on me , and got down to my knees asking God if it was just another get-rich-quickly dream or fantasy . I could not have committed murder at a such tender age of seventeen . I took the money and packed my bag and I was ready to flee when the front door opened and huge man with guns dashed in . They were the police .

Now I am sitting here in my cell writing this book celebrating my tenth annivesary with my room . We have been together for a long time and we still have a decade to go together.