This is a story I wrote after my friend big Dave died. Myself and the Buddha
he gave me are still together after many years and miles.
I hope you enjoy it and that it may help explain my username.
Me and big Dave are in the pub, Im going back he says, going back? what about the plan? I reply.
Its only for a month he tells me, I laugh and tell him I have created a monster. We have returned to the U.K. only a few weeks ago, after spending three months in Thailand and he is hooked. The plan will always be the plan he tells me,just delayed by one month.
This would,nt have anything to do with a certain young lady would it? I inquire as I sip my beer, it could well be connected says big Dave as he rests his big folded arms on his big belly and leans back in his chair. So,What do you want me to bring you back? he asks,
I tease him and say that if he has a certain young lady in his suitcase,that its going to have to be something small. What about one of them little Buddhas you like so much? Im surprised but I do a good job of not showing it.Its true I do want one to keep in the truck,but buying one for yourself is a bit like eating chocolate with the wrapper on. So I nod and say, whatever you think Dave a little Buddha will do just fine.
Fast forward five weeks and Im in Holland I know big Dave is back because he sent me a text,it said, Im back. Im on my way back to the U.K. the traffic sucks, the weather is bad and my thoughts are dark.Deep inside I feel something is wrong but I push the thought away and decide to phone big Dave. It is friday afternoon.
The phone call lasts one hour and big Daves spirits are high, after the phone call ends I find that my mood has improved also. I have promised to text him when Im back in the U.K. on saturday and he has told me that he may drive down and we can have a beer and run over the details of the plan. I send big Dave the promised text,it is saturday afternoon.
Saturday evening is a quiet time for me, in order for me to reach the required amount of funding to ensure the success of the plan, I cook myself a meal and settle down with a glass of wine and watch the telly.My eyes feel heavy and I decide to go to bed,the comfort of the bunk and the warmth of the cab, combined with the wine soon have me asleep.
Its dark and quiet, and already its sunday.
My phone is insisting I wake up, its light outside and I guess it must be sunday morning, I check the screen of my phone and see that big Chris is calling me, he is big Daves brother in law. Hello I say and big Chris returns my greeting and then falls silent, is something wrong Chris? I ask, its bad news, little Jug he says, big dave died on friday night,I then hear him sobbing on the other end of the line, and my heart pounds in my ears and my world shrinks to a tiny patch of carpet on the cab floor,that is slowly growing darker with the stains of my tears.
Dipping a toe in or pulling myself from a swamp...yeah that covers it for now.