The Passive Vandal.

Just when you were convinced that he was a benevolent fellow, here comes the Passive Vandal, nurturing from your energy.

He’s moved in.

You try and knock him out, but his techniques are more sophisticated than yours. Hope starts to fade away.

He’s got the remote control for the most expensive screen you have ever purchased.

You’re body is strangely high on his poison, for he’s around the flat like a ghost who has come back to life.

Yes he spoils your dishes, steals your friends, but you have started to enjoy his company….

Now you carry his surname, like a pact with the most notorious californian call girl, you can’t find your clothes in this mess… look! he has bought you a new pair of ultra luxurious pijamas!

And sometimes, your tummy wishes The Passive Vandal would move to the neighbours flat next door…. so you arrange blind dates for them…

Didn’t work. The intruder keeps the flat keys now.

But then one day, just when you thought you had exhausted the last penny on your credit card for a lousy bottle of whisky, lightning comes from the skies; a good old friend heard of your misery, and moved a string for you…

You can’t look into the eyes of The Passive Vandal… but you shout, “my life does not belong to you!”

After three weeks of readjustment which taste like rehab, you wonder where this sneaky fellow is… he has taken with him the remote control, thank Goodness, but he’s not around anymore.

Years of good deeds have paid, you got to know a little more of the human race, and… at last! Farewell to The Passive Vandal!

He answers to the name of “Unemployment“.

The End.

Keep the Faith even in the hardest times!