$pippo – freedom of thought in my pockets

Once I was a punk-ass superstar. A grunge celeb who had many admirers – at least I believed in it. Daily I passed them with my red hair and my dark blue jogging trouser. The leather jacket I carried was certainly the heaviest among all. The converse shoes were a statement I got stuck with. I was a teeny with 17 years of age but compared to others I was highly aggressive and my intellectual horizon was the world’s end. Anyways, nobody was telling / teaching me anything worth of listening to or they were saying anything else but the truth.

During this time my pockets were full of things, of course most predominant were the bread crumblings, which I had not only in the pockets of the sports pants but anywhere. Somehow I could carry them without even using my pocket completely depending on what I ate before.
Next to them I had my Gauloises light cigarettes. It was a red pack with a gauloises helmet as the logo on top of it. The reason I puffed them was simple, you could ask others for a smoke without changing your brand as most of the teenies were smoking them.
Then I had keys, a lot of them, which were there once I did not need them … and not there once I stood in front of the house at 3 a.m. I could keep continuing telling stories about keys as I had to write off so many in these days. But I will not …
I had a wallet which I got from the local bank due to the world savings day celebrated each 31st October in Austria. It is kind of a festivity set by the friendly and giving banks to keep track of their future clients and donors, which are children not to mention. Any young men know that you are not much worth without having a building savings agreement. There I got it, the wallet, which I had until my early students’ days. It was dark blue with a logo of the Vorarlberger Volksbank on top of it. Its collar loosened at certain edges, which led to blue stains on my butt cheeks. Over the years it got in very bad, scuff condition. However it was a statement which clearly expressed what I thought about wealth, foreseeable savings / living, smugness, noble neighborhood as a safe haven … and the world how I saw it and my role I was playing in it – truly and unmistakably not much.

Time has changed by now.
I do not use my trouser pockets anymore. I usually carry my Nokia cell phone and my wallet with me. Anyways, I got a nice one from my brother. It is out of leather in black and has a key case. It fits perfectly to the white, freshly ironed shirt I am wearing each day and the black case I am carrying to work. Most of the time I am surrounded by the perfume of CK summer. Yeah, I am trying to do good and live up to the expectations of my professional environment and my own own ones too.
So in these mornings I walk straight down to the bus station without looking back at the 8th floor of Elizabeth Heights, Cairnhill Road, Central, Singapore, where I am having my normal odd life.