George and Mary Smith were a very normal couple, living in a pretty house, in the suburbs, nothing really happened around Menlove Avenue, same old neighbors, same old houses, same old ladies going by the street to church. But the Smiths had a secret, well, more than a secret they had a kid, not of their own. Eleven years ago, Mary had taken young John form her sister, who was a mess. John’s mother had now a new family, and his father was long gone, so John never really met his parents.

Around John Lemmon, many weird things happen, without him realizing he made them, things that annoyed his uncles, and thus the reason they had kept him, “a secret is such a horrible word” used to say Mary to George whenever they talked about this “I’d rather say we keep him safe from what the neighbors may think” she said. And to be fair she was right, some of the people around there would be annoyed by such oddness.

As Mary and George Smith had no other children, they had a hard time explaining sometimes the midnight wake ups, the cries, the toys all around the house, but those could be easily taken care of, the hard part came when the strange events began to happen, they could no longer blame cats, or babysitting for a distant friend, people began complaining, and Mary just started running out of bad TV stories.

The oddness all went to crazy one day, when John was at school, and he, accidently made a full display of his “strangeness”, causing all sorts of reactions, some were impressed, others were stunned, but mostly teachers were horrified. Once he got home, as always hiding in the back of the car, John told aunt Marry of what happened, for what she acted in a mad way. “How could this happen? We must hide you!” She just kept saying, as she carried John around the house looking a place to hide, when the door was knocked. “Its impossible, how could anyone know this fast?!” Marry said.

The door was knocked again, “It might be worse to make people wait” she thought, so she hid John inside the downstairs closet , and ran to the door, she didn’t knew what was more shocking, the height of the man, or the odd suit he was wearing.

“ ’ood aftern’n, m’am, me name iz Henrich Utzberg” said the tall man with an odd german accent .

“Goo…good afternoon, Mr Utnerd, ho..how can I help you?” asked the confused, scared woman

“Aim l’king fur a sm’ll kid, who I beli’v l’ves here” answered the gigantic man.

“Oh, that’s just silly, no kid lives here, everyone knows that, me and my husband could never have any kids” she answered in such a fake tone, that not even trying she could have repeated.

“Nai, nai, I so a kid ‘n thee local sch’l, I th’nk he’s j’st whut we arre l’king f’r” said the German.

John was really confused by all this, all his life he had been ashamed of whatever weird things happening around him, but someone wanted him because of that, he felt happy, but he couldn’t help to feel confused about why her aunt was hiding him, so in a rush he came out.

“here I am!” said John, he was not sure of what he just did, and the horror face of aunty Mimi didn’t help, but he saw an expression of satisfaction on the tall odd man in the door.

“Whut’s yar name?” asked the german

“I’m John, John Lemmon” he said, waiting for something magical to happen next

“John, th’s might s’nd add, but, all thee weird th’ngs th’t have happen’ to you, they arre all because’” he paused, Henrich and John's expression were of pure delight, while aunt Marry was feeling like the whole sky just cracked up

“John, you are… a musician” said the tall man “A r’ck musician” said the german with a smile on his face

By I'm the penguin

Isn't it?
I'm also starting to think that I need a fix, but, hey!, that's just me, right? You tell me now ...

[Mrs. K i t e ]
[The celebrated Mrs. K. performs his feat on Saturday]

One of those days where nothing seems normal, when all you want is to go home and sleep... That's when you say something just as whatever gets you trough the night, only, sometimes it must also take you through the day. With this lack of sleep or rest, one must find something else to get trough, even if it's just a thought, an image, a memory or a song... literally, whatever...
During this whole process you tell yourself, that this is the last time you'll ever get into something like this, and you really mean it but it is commonly full of bull... Because, then, two days have passed since the hard day's night, when suddenly you're looking at the bright side and you are telling yourself the opposite thing, "oh yes, it was worth it, lets do it again" just as if you where fooling yourself, and maybe you are, but there's no need to know.
And finally... you get back to the same old situation, and you realize you're into this cicle which might never end... It must be in everyone, we learn from our mistakes, but that doesn't mean we wont do them all over again, so, this said, is just like a reminder... with the vane hope that somehow i'll think about some other things before getting myself into the wheel, which as i said, might never ever end, because finally, it's what makes us be.



[ Mrs. K i t e ]

The war of ideas took place in my head today, aujourd’hui. It wasn’t new, it wasn’t even surprising, it just was… as it always is, but there was something different about today, something that made me think for a little longer, something that caused me an emotion similar to indifference mixed strongly with deep care… [ straight please! ] and then as I faced into that deep deep well, I decided not to go in.




Mrs. K i t e
[ will i challenge the world today? ]