What I Imagine When I Hear the Name Odrisamer Despaigne

…the single-engine plane touches down in a clearing, surrounded by impossibly tall trees, the smell of rain, and what sounds like thousands of brightly-colored parrots, squawking his name as he exits the airplane in a tan linen suit and wide-brimmed hat, a mosquito net covering his face. “Odrisamer,” the parrots say in unison. “Odrisamer Despaigne.” He tips his hat to the flock of them, and the parrots all converge onto his arms, his shoulders, his neck, nearly strangling him in the process, but Odrisamer Despaigne proves more than able to tame a thousand birds at once. He pulls a wrinkled old treasure map from one of the many pockets in his suit, and announces to no one in particular, “I think we’ve found the place.” Just then, the sound of a gunshot. “Someone’s after us,” he says, matter-of-factly, again to no one in particular, and the parrots, as quickly as they appeared, soar back up into the trees. Odrisamer Despaigne is left to search for shelter so that he can escape the evil poachers before an errant shot takes out his arm — the same arm that earned him a ticket to the States, a ticket he was glad to give up when he heard he was needed back in the jungle….





Jeremy Blachman is the author of Anonymous Lawyer, a satirical novel that should make people who didn't go to law school feel good about their life choices. Read more at McSweeney's or elsewhere. He likes e-mail.

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Willy Nelson Cruz
8 years ago

Sometimes I wonder how they can have a Beergraphs but not a Weedgraphs but now I realize, they kind of already have a Weedgraphs.

Timmy Lincecum
8 years ago

Awright!!

No No Timmy
8 years ago
Reply to  Timmy Lincecum

No-no!!!

Journey the Videogame
8 years ago
Reply to  No No Timmy

Don’t, Don’t, Don’t you forget about me.

Pirates Hurdles
8 years ago

I think you’re looking for – Don’t Stop Believing