Behind Blue Eyes
We take the first step down many paths. Sometimes we turn around. Sometimes we just keep going until we find ourselves in another city, and it’s a long way back home.
It’s Tuesday morning. Kimmo cleans up the mess in the kitchen.
He stops to daydream of his new bride.
Erica heads out to get the mail. She daydreams too.
“The picture is finished, come and see!” Kimmo yells. We all gather. He clears his throat.
“This is a portrait of my beloved Erica!”
I gotta get away, so I head out to the shed. It’s where I stashed my 650 simoleons of furniture last night.
My stolen furniture.
I look at myself in the mirror and my guilt vanishes.
I look kind of awesome! I need an alias.
I’m the eight-year-old girl who just stole 650 simoleons of property! I’m the cute little kid that no one suspects!
I’m the purple bandit!
The next day after school, I stop by the Wan-Goddard house. The door opens…
And out steps a policeman.
“You look like a right little bandit!”
I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. “I was playing cops and robbers,” I whisper.
He bought it! We make silly faces for a while, then he helps me with my homework.
I can’t steal from a policeman, can I? I’ll never get away with it.
What am I saying? I’m the purple bandit!
“You going somewhere?”
“I need to use the bathroom.”
He bought it again!
This’ll be a piece of cake…
“Piece of cake…”
I hit the jackpot at this house. Toss the chair out the window. Shrink the lamp…
No one’s going to miss those pictures.
“Oh Hank, hi! I gotta go…meet my aunt at the graveyard.”
“Graveyard? What for?
He bought it a third time! I should head for home.
Who knows what’s going on there.
“I wonder where to keep these graves. Is Alina home yet…”
“…Cause last I saw she was fishing at the graveyard.”
“Hope I catch a goldfish so I can mount it!”
I’m too tired to eat anything. I dream of chicken legs turning into giant forks with eyeballs, and never knowing they were chicken legs…
Then something wakes me.
I’m seeing things. I’ve got to be seeing things.
The grey form relaxes in Alina’s bed. My god, even the ghosts read around here!
Erica freaks out for a moment.
Then introduces herself the best way she knows how. Turns out the ghost is a dead woman called Gertrude Flansburgh.
Erica’s next move is to complain about me. She tells Gertrude I’m an unthankful little kid who has no chance at a life.
Then they go outside to play tag.
I can’t get back to sleep. I head out to my little room. It’s really filling up now.
I can’t get Erica’s words out of my head. I know she’s right. I’ll never amount to anything. But I’ve chosen my path now. If I abandon this I’ll have nothing.
I look in the mirror. I’m the purple bandit. The purple bandit isn’t afraid of anything!
I watch as Erica plays tag with Gertrude all night. She’s having the time of her life.
Till the sun comes up. Gertrude vanishes into thin air.
Like everyone does when you need them most.
But I don’t cry, cause the purple bandit never cries.