Viggo had no friends. He ate alone, he slept alone, he walked the streets alone. He really wanted to talk to someone, but he was just too shy.
He’d heard bars were good places to meet people, but he had never been to one. He thought he should probably give it a shot.
He ordered a whiskey. He was sitting there, alone. There were other people there as well, but he didn’t dare to speak to any of them. Even the bartender was scary.
If I just get a little bit drunk, maybe I’ll get rid of my social anxiety. He had another. And one more.
…so I’ve had this bar ever since. The conversation was going well. Viggo and the bartender were even getting along. This alcohol thing was great. Now he was talking with a another client as well. “So, where are you from?” If he drank a bit more, maybe he would even dare to talk to a girl.
…You’re an asshole, you know that? You’re a fucking. ah..ash… asshole, that’s what you are… Viggo was quite angry. The bartender seemed to ignore him completely. It pissed him off.
Hey, you shouldn’t be talking like that to… The other client held a hand out as to calm Viggo down.
Ffffuck you! Viggo got off his chair. He felt strong, invincible. He found it necessary to teach this guy a lesson. He sent out a punch towards his face, missed, spun half a round, and fell on the floor.
That’s it, the bartender said. -Lets get this guy out of here. The two men grabbed him by the legs and shoulders and threw him out in the street. He stayed on the ground. His back hurt. At least it felt like it should.
You assholes, he mumbled when the two men went in. -You’re some fucking bassstards, you know that? You…
What’s up? A voice beside him. He turned his head slowly. A pink elephant was sitting there, watching him.
Those sons of bitches threw me… they fucking jus… threw me…
That’s horrible! The elephant looked chocked. -What a vicious thing to do!
It… it is, isn’t it! Viggo was pleasantly surprised by the elephant’s support.
Hey, why don’t you come hang out with me? We can have a great time together.
Viggo was so happy. Someone wanted to hang out with him! They walked down the road together.
We’re going to need some more booze, said the elephant.
Viggo hesitated.
I’m not sure if that’s such a good i…
If we’re going to hang out, we’re going to need some booze. If not, I’m going to have to split.
Viggo didn’t want that. They went into a liquor store.
That one. The elephant was pointing at a bottle with a nice little etiquette. The liquid inside had a beautiful green colour.
They emptied the bottle together, falling from one side of the road to the other, laughing, screaming, breaking windows… you name it. It was awesome.
I love hanging out with you, man, said the pink elephant. -You’re the best pal ever.
Viggo felt the same way.
He woke up in a cornfield beside a tractor. The corn was put down by big circles of tractor tracks all over. Viggo’s head hurt, and he didn’t see the pink elephant anywhere.
He started walking home. He didn’t remember much, but he knew he’d had a hell of a time last night. The pink elephant was fantastic, and he knew exactly where to find him:
Right there on the bottom of the bottle.
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Very cool!
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Thank you! Happy you read it.
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Beautiful green liquor? Could that be absinthe? If yes, that pink elephant needs to tell me where to buy some 🙂
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Woah! You took it! There’s an amazing store in Berlin 🙂
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Only once! A friend brought a bottle from Prague. I’d like to try again!
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It’s great, isn’t it… 😉
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Yes. The taste not so much tho.
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You need the sugar ceremony.
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Exactly.
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I meant you “got” it, not “took” it. 😀 The connection 🙂 In Norwegian we say “took”…
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Ah, got it.
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Entertaining story. That pink elephant is fun for a while, but I see some trouble down the road.
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Heaps of fun, but they probably were very lucky this time. Especially if the corn farmer has a shotgun…
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Dark little path. Nicely done. *nods*
– Esme drinking green tea upon the Cloud
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It could indeed be dangerous… 😉 Thanks!
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Wow! I have a friend exactly like that pink elephant…I often ask him if he really exists or if I created him. The answer? Hysterical laughter! Great post!!! In fact, he’s in my latest post…
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Haha! Be careful when he wants to ride tractor in the corn field 🙂 Looking forward to meet him.
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How cute! Well, compared to your other stories, it has a happy ending 😉
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It has! Nothing but a hangover this time 🙂
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Viggo needs to consider adopting the Straight Edge lifestyle methinks.
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He does seem to be carried away quite easily, I must say. Golf, maybe?
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Easily led by the devil’s tipple, that’s for sure! Golf would be a more suitable replacement too.
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Poor Viggo. The latest victim of the pink elephants.
Fun fact: There’s a pink elephant scene in the 1941 Disney film “Dumbo”. Google “dumbo pink elephants” and you’ll see the link to that scene on YouTube.
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I remember that image 🙂 Don’t remember why, though. I’ll have a look 🙂
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The history behind this is so cool! I just thought you imagined but the fact that you related it to an actual situation makes it even more interesting! As for the elephant, I thought his character was pretty cute.
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Most entertaining, you are talented with your words and sketches.
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Thanks a lot. Happy you like it.
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I think through life we all meet our elephants pink or multi coloured
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Haha! I know I have 😀
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Me too, often when I was younger and wilder!
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