On your roof

I slept late last night so today I woke up with a very bad headache. The right side of the back of my head was pounding. I didn’t have any pills, ice, or ointment with me. With a very heavy head, I tried to think of the quickest way to at least soothe the pain and hunger a bit before lunchtime. I thought I should have some ice cream.

I went out to buy ice cream. There was an ice cream shop at the ground floor of the same building I lived in. The seller said “no cones, but I can give you ice cream bao. Hold on a sec”. I was like, “what the fuck is ice cream bao”, then I imagined something like ice cream in the middle of a steamed white bun cut in half. I shook my head then I thought “whatever just give me what you have I’m starving”. I didn’t say it out loud though.

I waited for a couple of minutes, then I realised I didn’t have any money. I thought I should go back to my room to get some money. I told the seller I’d come back.

I went upstairs back to my room. But before I reached my room, I saw Will Ferrell.

He was in his ‘room’ while holding a broom. He was sweeping the floor in his ‘room’. I thought “what’s he doing here”. Again I didn’t say it out loud. I wondered if he’d gotten piss poor that he had to ‘rent a room’ in this building.

I returned to the ice cream shop to pay for the ice cream bao. The seller gave me exactly what I imagined an ice cream bao was supposed to look like.

The ice cream bao tasted so average. It just happened to look fancy. But then, I felt slightly better. Anything to make me feel like I wasn’t in pain.

I said thanks to the seller and went upstairs. I walked outside Will Ferrell’s ‘room’. I took a glance into his ‘room’ to catch him staring at me. He was standing still in the middle of his ‘room’ while holding the broom. Wait, that was not holding. That was GRIPPING. He was staring at me while gripping the broom.

And at a sudden he started running.

My subconscious smacked the internal panic button the moment I saw him running. I sprinted right away with no thoughts. My head was too heavy to contain any kind of thought especially at that moment of fear.

As I was running along the corridor away from Will Ferrell, I lost both of my slippers. I chose to not bother. And later my unfinished ice cream bao fell off. I had no choice but to stop.

I looked back. Will Ferrell was behind me. He was chasing me with the broom in his hands.

When fame gets into your head, you can’t think properly. When fame consumes your heart and soul, you can’t feel. You lose all kinds of senses that you have.

Fame got Will Ferrell. Eventually he fell out of grace and ended up in this building. And today he got time for a potential assault.

I stood still and took a deep breath. I had a very bad headache and I lost my ice cream bao. At that point I decided to just accept my fate and take any beating.