Chapter 32: Dave The Dream Killer

Dave is a nice fellow.

You can ask anybody if you don’t believe me!

Yes you can!

Don’t give me this look.

Go and ask!

Everybody will confirm how nice he is.

Dave shaves.

And he wears little stylish sideburns.

It takes Dave 10 minutes a day to trim his sideburns and to shave.

Two years ago Dave considered wearing a little designer beard.

But after thinking thoroughly about it he decided not to venture further then his sideburns.

Designer beard (and I fully agree) is quite a risky look.

You can ask anybody if you do not believe me!

It could and would probably, even most likely, if not certainly considerably lower Dave’s chances to be accepted at the internet academy plus it would take another twenty minutes in shaving per day, meaning 20 minutes less time to think about the world and its beauty.

Dave is not young and is proud of it.

He is not old either and proud of it as well.

I think he is right.

Everybody should be proud of something.

On the top of that Dave is very knowledgeable.

He calls himself a ‘knowledge collector’, because he collects knowledge.

Dave knows everything about anything.

If you have a question – you should ask Dave.

Everybody does.

Dave will tell you: whatever you want to achieve is most likely and even most certainly completely impossible.

Dave calls himself a ‘sanitarian of way-too-optimistic souls’, a ‘dream killer’ so to speak.

And I agree with Dave.

If somebody does not tell those way-too-optimistic souls early enough that they are doomed to fail anyway, what then?

I trust Dave fully on that.

He is very experienced.

For example he had an experience once.

If you want – he can share it with you.

Yesterday Dave was unhappy.

And I can understand.

He shared his experience with this girl and she punched him in his face.

She punched him right into his left side-burn.

I think the girl mentioned that after years of hard work she finally got it how to earn her first million.

To which I think Dave called her a ‘full of shit bitch’.

I think the girl sat still for three minutes thinking whether she does agree.

I think she should somehow have disagreed, because she stood up and punched him into his left side-burn.

I think he tried to punch her back but somehow it did not work.

Girls are so fast these days.

You can ask anybody if you don’t believe me.

I don’t know why but somehow I am glad I did not tell Dave that I am losing 60 pounds.

I might have had to punch him too.

It would have killed him.

There are only as many girl-punches a day a dream killer can cope with.