Julian’s Side of the Story
By Julian
My name is Julian not “Julie”, I am a man and Mr. Perry is a couple lifeboats short of a royal navy. Ok here is what really happened. I was on my way to get my boss, Stephen Perry, out of jail as he had been arrested last month at the British museum, as it turns out he had been the infamous drunken patron who broke the Portland Vase. I get there and pay, out of my own pocket mind you, to have him released and he comes stumbling towards me breath reeking of cheap Russian bathtub gin, and not surprisingly he yells and the door slightly to my left for taking so long.
As we are walking back to Messers, Perry and Co, Rubber Co Manuf London, Stephen runs, and I mean that quite literally, he runs directly into a woman whose arms are laden with many papers. As Mr. Perry walks of to verbally abuse a constable, I stoop to help the woman with her papers.
“If only there were a way to keep all my papers rolled up and secure without having to fiddle around with string and those complicated knots,” she mentioned to me very innocuously.
I state my agreement with her, finish helping her and leave to collect Mr. Perry. He has moved on to attacking the constable’s dog and appears quite the fool; I apologize for his drunkenness and quickly take him back to the offices. On my way over, I found it hard to concentrate on keeping Mr. Perry from hurting himself or others because what the woman had said to me really captivated my attention. I had been mulling things over for a few minutes when I decided to mention to Mr. Perry my idea for “the rubber loop”.
To my great surprise, he tells me he thinks it is a wonderful idea and tells me to pursue it. I figured it was just the alcohol talking but for whatever reason I found his words inspiring, perhaps it was the fact that he did not call me ignorant for the first time in a long time. I ran down to the laboratory and began to work. It was surprisingly simple, I merely grabbed a sheet of vulcanized rubber from the warehouse and began to cut loops out of it.
After I was finished, I ran upstairs to show Mr. Perry and he was about as intrigued as he had been ever since he saw this really, shiny pocket watch. Mr. Perry grabbed one from me and began to play with it I knew it was a mistake when I saw him pick up the fountain pen. Life suddenly began to go in slow motion and then…
Ever since then I have only been able to see out of my right eye.
