Beate Faßnacht

Two men drinking beer. They agree: the guy with the maid is a complete dickhead. Well, that can happen to a man from time to time. If things go bad. On the other hand, it has never happened to Sepp. Not to Fritz, obviously. But Sepp isn’t exactly a blank paper concerning women. Maybe that’s why he looks so much like the dickhead. At least that’s what Fritz thinks. And they only rarely agree. It’s always difficult, if one has lots of money and the other one (momentarily) has none. Like Sepp and Fritz. And when Fritz asks for money from Sepp, one has to take care it doesn’t become a dependency thing. Because then Sepp asks Fritz, if they… together… a woman… against her will. That would be something. But Fritz doesn’t want to, he wants his own woman. Otherwise, he might not get his turn in the end. Sepp thinks that that’s stupid. Fritz really is an egotistical idiot. He doesn’t know how to share. No surprise no one wants to buy his paintings anymore.
And then – irony of fate – the best paintings Fritz has drawn all his life are stolen. And Fritz’s and Sepp’s pants. No one has ever seen anything like this. Hordes of crazed Japanese women. What they do with them, Fritz has gotten onto canvas using his creativity first, but then it became too rough for creativity. Victim would be the wrong term, because then those lassies would also have stolen the superiority. And that’s something you can’t steal from men. In any case. It’s all a question of interpretation. Always.