HONEY BUNNY
Any of you fuckin´ pricks move and
I´ll execute every mother fuckin´
last one of you!
Finding a job you are good at or really like can happen during all stages of life.
My grandfather knew when he was 5 that he would become a priest, whilst I have no clue what I am going to be when I grow up... most likely I will become a unicorn... when reversed rhinoplasty has been invented and perfected.
Thanks to my encounter nr. 2, I got to hear the absolute true story about a man who found his calling mid-life and changed history forever.
Nowhere but in a taxi can one (a.k.a me) hear these kind of best sellers - ear candy bubblegum, with a swirl of danger!
My taxi driver Patrick asks me where I am from... - "Sweden, yeah?... Well let me tell you a story about my friend who moved to Sweden..."
Let me take you back to the 80´s, a decade of recession, unemployment and emigration in Ireland...
and an era of people looking like this:
Patrick´s friend, let us call him Mr. Boy... Beagle Boy.
Mr. Beagle Boy was also working as a taxi driver, pushing 30, single and no longer stimulated being a taxi driver in a country where people cannot afford taking a taxi.
One day, on a gloomy, nothing special at all Tuesday, Mr. Beagle Boy pulled his car to side of the road and looked in the rear-view mirror at the empty seats in the back. Mr. Beagle Boy sighed with a heavy chest.
A sunbeam found its way through the car door window, bounced off one of the seat belt latches and hit him in the eye.
- "Sweden...! I will move to Sweden!", he said suddenly.
- "I will go live with my friend in Stockholm and drive my taxi like no one before me!"
And so he left Ireland to start his life anew in the land that gave us meatballs, the pacemaker, ridiculously expensive wooden horses, Tetra-Pak, Celsius temperate scale and the coke bottle.
A couple of months into his inner city taxi-roundabouting life, Mr. Beagle Boy had noticed the lack of police cars and police men out patrolling the streets.
To make the story short, Mr. Beagle Boy became a bank robber, a good one, and the reason Swedish police had to invest more money into their law enforcement during the 1980´s.
One man got the chance of the golden cow and grabbed it by its horns and teats.
He eventually got caught and did his time in the slammer and then became a public speaker, travelling the country basically telling people not to do what he did... even though what he did was fucking brilliant!
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