I needed some holidays. I needed five women. I had to have the earwax taken out of my ears. The car needed an oil change. I had my income tax declaration without presenting. One of my reading glasses arms had broken. I had ants in my flat. I had to have my teeth cleaned. The heels of my shoes were worn out. I suffered from insomniac. My car insurance had expired. Each time I shaved I cut myself a lot. They were six years since I did not laugh. I used to worry although there was not any reason to do so. And when I was really worried about something, then I got drunk. The telephone rang again. I took it. Fuck off! I was the superdetective Nick Belane.
