Imsepom.

Imsepom got his nickname from a desktop name sign he got with his original name, (Lindström).

The sign was made of a pressed marking tape (the Dymo´s).

But some unknown guy doing extra work on a holiday pressed the tape back with his nails and so the letters was changed to Imsepom.

Imsepom was a clever guy that worked himself up, started as a factory worker, became a supervisor, had some progress supervising the jerks and due to a yelling- yes really yelling voice, got some recognition and was offered a job at the headquarter. And he could speak German too!

The yelling voice of Imsepom did not tell about the odd things about him.

He had difficulties in moving, couldn´t chew a bubble gum while walking at the same time. Trouble with the coordination.

I have noticed that things out of control tend to fall in direction earth when dropped. We all drop things sometimes. I have dropped my keys
when carrying more than I´m able to (two kids, shopping bags, laptop,
mail, car parts, training clothes, keys etc. at the same time).

It´s only that Imsepom hat no control of anything at all. He dropped just everything! Keys obviously, but also caps he wore, wrist watches,
papers and pens, People would keep gazing after him.

And after me too since he was my friend and my working pal and I found it really interesting to get along with him.

(I don´t mind people gazing after me since I like people).

Imsepom was driving that mentioned truck once in awhile, but only when the rest of us were really drunk.

Imsepom is a guy I still remember with great compassion.

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Magnus

Magnus was like a kid brother to me.

He was ten years younger than me, really a everything-wannabe,
interested of just about everything in the world and, well, I still think of him now and then.

Magnus had one particular interest- he liked to bite ladies he encountered in their buttocks. One would believe that the habit caused a lot of face smashing and angry comments but no way- everyone experiencing that biting thing were all surprised, not angry at all.

(Actually it´s really an innocent thing).

And Magnus was the number one charming guy.

When Magnus took those bites he used to keep counting every one of them. You could walk beside him, watch him bending down for that bite- and- when done he would shout the counting number (Two hundred and seventy five, for instance),

It was quite easy to determine where Magnus was at every time, the only thing you had to do was to keep listening. It wouldn´t take long until you would hear his screaming voice;

"Two hundred and seventy six" was easy recognizable through any of the existing sound walls.

Magnus went to the U.S pacifics, and the last thing I heard was that he
was moving on to Chicago Illinois.

If you guys reading this is visiting or happen to be staying in Chicago hear some voice without any appearing reason yelling out
"Five hundred and thirteen" or any other strange number it´s probably my dear friend Magnus.

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Jösa

Jösa (it´s even pronounced that way) was a school pal to me. Born up north in the place called Söderhamn he showed up in our suburb at the age of nine.

The first time I met him he was a new-in-class violently forced into a shower at the school gymnastics (aged nine) shame on you, teacher.

He was a decent guy, not too clever, but on the other hand he was a little bit lazy.

Handsome he sure was, rather tall, talkative and well…most of us liked him. He had a nice girlfriend even though she wasn´t ready for it all.

After we finished school he was working as a taxi driver. I remember with great effort that he brought me home in his taxi cab after a party with lots of drinks (didn´t you all wonder where they disappeared all those girls from the early age parties you had ten or twenty years ago?)

Jösa was working as a cab driver. He didn´t like doing too much of that working thing, though. When summer came he took sickies starting with June and July. (If you don´t know what sickies are you should study the Aussie slang dictionary´s chapter of how to stay at home when you don´t feel like a work). That girlfriend was gone anyway.

But to keep the money coming he needed a doctor´s order certificate too get his pay when staying at home.

And you can easily get an order certificate like that in the country of Sweden since, in that country, many of the doctors tend to be relying of bribes (commissioning, sorry) from the medication companies.
Just ask them or, if needed, tell them as straight as possible what you need and they most certainly deliver exactly that when paid.

Jösa kept going with that medically lying thing for a few years until he found out that what he really wanted to do during the summer was having both May, June, July and August holiday-sickie-off vacations.

But the Försäkringskassan distributing all the "sickie-vacations"
payments demanded medication notes for executing generous payments like that.

Jösa was eating those perscripted medication pills just for the look of it. And he was accepting a treatment at the hospital for the "very nervous" to keep the whole thing going.

And for the sake of getting the final target- a paid pre-time retirement.

One friend of mine is living in an apartment close to where Jösa used to live (prior to being wrecked). When the landlord was making major repairs in all of the building apartments everyone had to move out for awhile. But Jösa he didn´t, he was living in the staircase for a few weeks. He brought with him some pieces of furniture. And Jösa has always been smoking cigarrettes and "who knows what" and that was easily recognizable in the staircase.

He was eventually wrecked from the apartment he got and moved in with his very own parents once again.

The medication got stronger and Jösa was getting more weird every day. Previous agreements and scheduled things like playing Tennis once in a week ,no, once in a while, and going to the supermarket to buy the needed for survival groceries failed.

And nobody was caring for the bastard any longer.

Another friend of me met a guy yelling at him "don´t you recognize me any longer"? when visiting the awkward suburb of Täby the other day.