Quite a Strange Day

It's a really nice day today &; I've woken fairly early, so a
picnic is planned. On my strut to the local supermarket, I bump into
Horace. He's pissed again &; is trying to offload some incense onto
a bus queue of prospective punters. A few hugs &; holas later, he
takes me to his pad, where we find Jorge crashed out on some skanky,
thin mattress. Suddenly, Jorge jumps to his feet.

'I - I knew this was going to happen.'

'Aayy?'

'I-I told Horace to get out only five minutes ago. This is no
coincidence - we were to meet today.'

'Alright mon.'

Fully dressed, he then contorts:

'Okay, Okay, I shall buy some base, but we will need some normal stuff
to go with it.'

'FP'

Within 20 minutes of waking, he's scored a hell of a lot of bro' &;
is making a pipe out of tin foil. They both seem very excited, so I
decide to chill them with a nice green Colombian I have met. Then the
session begins. Jorge claims that Horace is a magician &; states
that he has seen me as being like minded. The next ten hours are a
mixed memory of cracking it up with dub, snorting dub up with love
&; being told of various games I should be playing to find the
answer to everything. Much alike what The Magician has found &;
Jorge is trying to find. I'm unsure as to whether Horace thinks he's an
alien, but he is qualified in biomedicine. Certificates, work, the lot,
were produced in front of me during the day. I also got shown countless
pictures that Horace drew &; I'm afraid to say that they started
making sense. Not in what they stated, but I could at least understand
the meaning. Basically, they were wild scrawls that represented
abstract views of a hell of a lot of soul searching, then a couple of
experiment pods on an alien craft. I was continually told by Horace
that I will be a 'superman' if I concentrated the energy I have on
myself rather than on working as an accountant in the City of London.
As if I didn't know that.

'This is no coincidence that we met. We recognise in you a great deal
of power &; would like to train you to know all.'

'Fairplay, I'm up for it boys, but I'm going to Bogota on
Friday.'

'This does not matter - as long as you keep playing the game, you will
be safe. We are here to protect you.'

The game, from what I gathered, consisted of taking every scenario in
life &; treating it as a game.

'You can lose many games to win the overall game.' was one classic that
Jorge came out with.

Basically, what he meant was whatever you want in life, try one way to
get it, if that fails, try another way &; continue until you have
succeeded. Fair enough.

Continual comments on a Messiah like aura emanating from my heavenly
body were made during the day. Being bollocksed big time, I loved it.
Wevvy Woo's Church for the People sounds like a great place. Plenty of
other talk about Blighty, politics &; shite ensued for the rest of
the session.

Jorge had to pop out for another batch at one point.

With that I was handed Horaces watch. So, I've managed to pick up a
couple of totally wired Venezuelan bodyguards who think I'm the new
Messiah. I'd hate to think how much bro' was consumed during the day,
but it was non stop. My first experience of the pipe will never be
forgotten &; I must admit, it was a serious high. Thought I was
gonna throw a whitey at one point, but managed to get through it.
Anyway, they want to meet tomorrow at 6pm. Another, see how I feel
tomorrow. Before I departed, Horace told me a couple of things that
cheered me up no end:

1) A Colombian who sells cigarettes will approach you soon. He will
recognise the same in you as we have seen, but be careful. He is
dangerous.

2) You are now in danger, as you know the Magician. People are afraid
of the Magician &; try to hurt him. As you are like a son to him,
you will also be under threat.

Cheers boys, I only popped out for a picnic. Got back to the hotel
unscathed &; checked out my eyes - my god, the pupils were larger
than inflatable beach balls.