In the Beginning, there was the Word.

And some say that the reason there was only one word was because Uncle Danny got hold of the rest and God just had to make do.

And Uncle Danny had black nails and no hair, and he wore big glasses and a hat and a coat, and he walked around Copenhagen at night and wrote it all down on the cobbles, and in his head, and in his hat and, sometimes, on paper.

And Uncle Danny was everybody's Uncle, even if nobody could really remember why or how. And Uncle Danny had the Words. And the Words had Uncle Danny.
And sometimes it would be hard to see where the Words ended and Uncle Danny began.

And there are rules that say you can't start a sentence with "and". And Uncle Danny did it anyway.
And with the Words he painted pictures of Vangede. And he painted pictures of the seedy bars and prostitutes, and of the country and the land and the people in the city, and the people in the City became the people Everywhere, because Uncle Danny painted them all.
And Uncle Danny did drugs sometimes, and sometimes he didn't. And he loved Donald Duck and zen and jazz and cities. And he had the Words. And sometimes it would be hard to see where the Words ended and Uncle Danny began.

And he was sometimes funny and sometimes sombre, and sometimes he wasn't either. And sometimes he was a Marxist, sometimes a capitalist, and sometimes he gave them all the finger. And he had black nails. And a hat and a coat and big glasses and no hair.

And we all knew Uncle Danny, even if we didn't know him. There was always a book with Uncle Danny, and there was always someone reading Uncle Danny, and if you didn't know Uncle Danny, you got to know him. And Uncle Danny made you laugh and he made you think, and maybe you liked him and maybe you didn't.
And we all knew Uncle Danny.

And someday Uncle Danny's heart stopped moving, and they say it was because he owed Cancer some money and Cancer took it out in trade. And nobody ever questioned Cancer or pulled Cancer in for questioning.

And everyone knew Uncle Danny, and his black hat and his black nails and his black coat and his bald head and his big glasses. And his black nails.
And now there's a square called "Uncle Danny's Square", and they say it was because he wrote a lot of books and had a lot of Words, and he was Very Important For Danish Litterature.

And we all knew it was because we all knew Uncle Danny. And even when Uncle Danny stopped writing, the Words never stopped coming. And Uncle Danny wrote a lot of books, and Uncle Danny had all the words, he had all the words except the last one, the first one.

And there are some people who say that Uncle Danny never died. And it was all because he missed the last Word, and he couldn't write his last book without it, and he had to go shake down God to get it back.

And they say he's in Copenhagen, in his hat and his coat and his glasses on the bald head and with his black nails. And he's writing the Words on the cobbles.
And sometimes it's hard to see where the Words stop and Uncle Danny begins.