Editing City Series:Volume7 Layer 11 (section)

===Record 62: But It’s So Simple===

'''15/14/1998

'''20:05

I had a headache and I knew exactly why.

“That was too many movies. You definitely shouldn’t watch them at 16x speed even if your backlog is piling up. Those kiss scenes looked more like headbutting competitions.”

I concluded this was eyestrain and checked inside the first-aid kit.

“Hades A headache eliminator. The tagline for these are ‘half of Hades is hesitation’, right? Is the other half hard work or something?”

Who would take this stuff?

I walked through the chilly spring night to reach your pharmacy. Each step felt like it was shaking my head vigorously side to side, making me feel funny.

When I arrived at the pharmacy, I found it was already closed for the night.

I had no choice but to try ringing the residential doorbell.

“Excuse me, but I’m out of medicine.”

“Oh, you. You just bought some weird headache pills for a cold, didn’t you? Let me guess, you didn’t take them. You chicken.”

I smiled bitterly at your assessment.

“Be that as it may, I could really use something. I can’t go on like this.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“My head.”

“And water is wet.”

“Yeah, but it’s gotten way worse tonight.”

“I-it has? Now I’m a little afraid to be near you.”

“I think there’s been a miscommunication.”

“There probably has. Anyway, wait just a bit and I’ll grab something for you.”

“Sure, sure.”

I was left to wait all alone in the night.

I stared into the sky where the East Wind was floating by. That signaled the changing of the season. All of a sudden, someone was standing in front of me: the Professor. When he saw me, he pushed up his glasses.

“What brings you here? Sick? In pain? Then I have a piece of advice: serves you right. Or are you not here for that? This is an incredible discovery: an idiot who goes to pharmacies when he doesn’t need medicine.”

“What a coincidence. I’ve made a discover of my own: a previously reclusive baboon walking around the city on its hind legs.”

“Oh? Oh? Now you’ve said it. I’m not giving you any of this headache medicine anymore.”

“I didn’t want your defective drugs anyway. Wait, how did you know that’s what I’m here for?”

“You really are stupid. Think back on everything you walked by on the way here and the answer will reveal itself to you.”

“Huh, so did the Night Wind or something tell you?”

“No, I just have your room bugged.”

I jabbed him in the throat and then grabbed him by the collar.

“Tell me where this bug is located.”

“Oh? And what will you do once you find it?”

“Attach it to the end of a septic truck pump. I hope the extremely aggressive noises that provides traumatize you for life.”

“No, thanks. Now, try to calm down and drink the contents of this bottle. This is the latest headache medicine. I promise you your current headache will soon be a thing of the past.”

“Really?”

“Yes. As a headache medicine, it gives you such a powerful headache no ordinary one can ever compare.”

I punched the idiot until I was satisfied, but then the door opened behind me and you stepped out. You didn’t even glance over at the Professor.

“Here’s your medicine. It’s very effective.”

“What does it do? It doesn’t ''give'' me a headache, does it?”

“Why would it do that? But…it might make you a little more normal.”

The Professor looked up from where he lay flat on the ground.

“That would be a real shame.”

'''Author Comment:

A movie joke and some other stuff. A slice of life story.

My friend once played a septic truck pump sound over the school announcements. It didn’t end well for him, so I wouldn’t recommend trying it.