[…]but this shot to go back and find her. To even check out that dusty bar…well it brings hope. Like a real drunk would say. Except I don’t want to go back to that bar for an expertly made Mai Tai or even to look like a cool thug. I am done with all those kinds of lives. I’m not even what you could designate as a business man any longer. I am simply a traveler. Selling his wares when he can. And I’m in love with a devilish spirit.
Shall I go on describing her in full detail. No, instead I will give you an idea of who I am. Basically, if you, like almost everybody these days is, familiar with fantasy novel jargon and video games you know of the warrior-bard character. That’s me. A well, misguided monk. Somebody who should have been put in front of wayward sinners to preach to, instead found himself with more desperate tongues to voice than a gifted schizophrenic on a busy day.
These days I am quite satisfied with a green tea. Jasmine green tea with a toasted rice crust. They served that on Tuesdays at the bar in question. The bar which stole my heart. Which left me worse off than homeless.
Jasmine scented toasted topped green tea which, when consumed at the most climactic point of release for its aromatics – well, it’s better than most steaks consumed medium rare.
This girl. Simply named Joy. But regarded as The Witch of Green Lantern Lane, I swear, I would learn later it just really did come down to how delicate those eyebrows were…
But first before any of this makes sense I have to explain how my friend Chico got me in this mess in the first place. How Chico and I came to know each other, briefly, but more importantly how he taught me to be a man, and how he taught me how to pick the right ship…
Being a man? Simple. Finding the right woman. Find her? As easy as following your nose Chico would say.
But first you have to figure out how to save the world. Which involves money. So he always told me to look for the quickest most agile ship. When looking for a fishing boat, a boat of leisure, a hypothetical spaceship, doesn’t matter. Speed über alles. And the goodship Eldelweis is as sleek as you can find. White and blue classic lines. A bow curve that makes you think of hot knives. Sails made of a textile not even classified it is so far ahead of its time. And you know all this because well, you were born for this. Since I new I could find all my answers challenging evil on the street. Looking death straight not in it’s mouth. But rather, in the last place you would look. In books…
But right now let me explain Chico to you: Tall. Brave. You could tell he was brave just be how he dealt with being himself. One, it was clear he was pretty insane. Two, it was clear he could walk through life being insane possibly without referendum. See, only if you have been fortunate to have really known this guy can you see his true genius was how he lived the life most worth writing about and never cared to put it down just kept on ticking.
But I mean yes, he could tell you exactly how to take apart a nobel prize winning mathematics thesis and understand it, improve upon it, and submit it and win one of your own. But he couldn’t tell you where he was going to be next month. Shit.
And he for sure brought me to Joy. Joy-san she was usually called. Preserving the honorific. In Chinese it’s “seifu”. So we called her Joy-seifu. You know, most of us never even got close enough to realize she used cloves as deoderant. She saved money this way and also it was a sign of her nature worshipping ways. We never got this close because we were so in love with her we could only smell our own stress-sweat. We also became so close friends because that is what happens, no matter how little you have in common with him, with your brothers in arms, when you love the same girl. The one thing which should infuriate you makes you all like docile calves.
Joy-san is what I secretly called her. I preferred the Japanese way most times. Made it easier to accept bowing all the time for sure. The other reason I gave in to this life: the food. It’s not just dim sum yakuza-triad conference buffet dinners. No, more dazzling than the women and money and shinier than any blazing sun even – this intoxicating level of pleasure from food – on the streets under smoke filled tarps – by the estuary outside the city where you could feast on prime soy fermented crab meat like a true Han. It is what keeps even the most weary of us stuck in life’s throes…always something or another am I right?
So from Chico I learned how to be a man. From Joy I learned godliness. She eventually did teach me everything she knew about Mother Earth and challenging the frontiers of your own psyche…before she even threw down the sea-walls of my reluctance, my secret, she became my hah, well, math tutor to be honest.
It indeed started with her teaching me about linear algebra…it’s all just matrices Hans. This was before she used me to escape prison. Before I had the confidence to overcome any mortal danger…
Matrices. Before I can tell you about what makes a matrix important I have to explain to you the difference between a set and a list. Both are a collection of objects. But a set is unique objects only. That is, no repetition. A list can repeat itself. Both are iterable. Both are objects in themselves.