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[-] Reality through the eyes of a stoned man
[*] Alternate reality of a stoned man with a little imagination
-He sits in the dark, on the bus seat as the bus fills up. After waiting agonizingly for 5 minutes, the last lady enters with the remains of her wares she was selling and she asks to conductor to place it in the trunk, he was annoyed had to wait for that too. After loading, the driver gets in his seat and turns the ignition, on the third try the engine coughs to life, the car lurches forward and they are on the move.
*After sitting it out till take off time, he's pissed of at the lady in front of him, packing an heavy carryon luggage and as she spends minutes fitting it into the overhead compartment, before the end of the three apparent warning sounds he fastens his belt and they takeoff!
-The journey's a 35 minute one, he's already wasted though so he drifts in and out of sleep, waking up with neck jerks. He wishes to the gods he'd just find a place to sleep for the duration of the journey. The gods answer him in speedy style as he notices the backrest of the frontseat he folds his hands on them and head in hands he sleeps.
*He looks out the plane's window,3 hours 50 minutes? That's a long time, he feels groggy already and for once he praises himself for choosing the overnight flight option, he reclines his chair but still cant find the perfect way to posture to sleep,
suddenly he notices the inflight blindfolds infront of him, he wears them immediately and let himself sleep.
-Someone taps him, he woke and looked at the guy suspiciously before he could think up the motive, the guys says it's the last bus stop, he thanks him and alights. He recollects where he is, then starts walking towards the needed bus stop. He thinks of how bad he has to get home and go make love to his bed. He mistakenly steps into the path of a soft drink hawker, the iced water used to chill the drink spills on him, fortunately the drinks didn't fall off, he just looked at the girl smiled and got into the next bus as the conductor was alreading announcing his street as next destination.
*A tap on the shoulder he sits up, somehow the blindfold is gone and there's a man in his face, saying the plane just reached it's bus stop, In his head "airport not bus stop, illiterate". Since he had no luggage, he exited the plane without the dropping step thing. He remembers his parents and thinks what a good thing I'm going home. He stood at the dubai international airport, his stopover, then out of nowhere an attention seeking lady pours ice tea on his suit, he knows she just wants his attention, as a gentleman he didn't even complain he smiled the "I know your kind smile" and walked towards the terminal having already heard the call of his flight on the overhead speakers.
-In the bus, he seats near a well dressed man, who apparently saw he was stoned. The man chats him up and attempts to cun him.
*He straps in, he hears "hi" and turns towards the voice, a tuxedoed asian sat next to him, most likely japanese from his features and accent, he wondered what kind of hentai he watches, monster vs schoolgirl or 2 godzillas one cup.
-The well dressed man started smooth talks about him looking trendy and he'd like to sell him a phone with awesome features and how he can help him get it blah blah, our guy being in a paranoid state already, didn't find it hard to figure he was in the middle of being played. The man's voice grated his ears, he tells him he's not interested and puts on his cheap earbuds.
*The japanese guy said he noticed and knew his type, the sleek black american type that deals in high tech stuff, the jap made it known he was in possesion of some special platinum isotopes, iridium and some rare metals and from china and some got from the moon, and bought off broke old russian astronauts. Being a smart guy he detected a pattern, this was standard CIA procedure, the guy reeked of the force. The police force that is. This is obviously a setup to catch me for my previous international offences. So he told the jap in the best japanese accent he could muster "asarawa nan kata warasibuta" which means "Go fuck yourself" even though the only japanese word he knew was arigato. He puts on his beats by dre.
-Putting on his earbuds he finds out just how good it is to be alone with music and rid of human and bus engine's noises. He relaxes and closes his eyes, as the music makes a kaledeiscope type slideshow in his head.
*The relief he felt actually surprised him, for a second back there he was almost caught by the CIA on his way home to his family. But for the time being in he closes his eyes and reconciles with David the king, the greatest musician of all time. I mean MJ was king of pop, but this man David was king of an empire just because he could sing good, No wonder God can't stay mad at him for long. Anyway tonight King David was performing his new underground underworld hit single "Don't you worry child" which he sang for his son solomon, who had 999 f**kin problems and they were all bitches, only one loyal wife.
He enjoys the rapture of the song and blanks out.
-He arrives at his bus stop tired, he walks towards the bikemen park, after haggling with like two of them, he agrees a price to one and they speed homewards , the ride was very bumpy due to undulating untarred road. He arrives at his gate, pays off the bikeman and enters his gate and walks towards the house.
*He leaves the airport uneventfully, walks towards the stables and tries to take a horse, after trying a few flightful ponies, he takes a relatively calm pony named jincheng. They galloped home at full speed, he arrived at his father's castle. He gave the horse an apple,he watched the drawbridge open and then walked in towards the mansion.
-He knocks loudly and his mom opens the door and screamed where have you been? Do you know how long you've been gone? I told you not to come home so late. He understands she scolds him out of love, he smiled at her and apologised for coming late. But couldn't hug her so she doesn't smell the weed. His mind was now totally on crossing the living room to his room to get some sleep. He entered the room and.... [BLANK]
*He uses the brass knocker to it's capacity, his mother comes out screaming "oh my where have you been my love? Do you know how long you've been gone {six months he thought}
haven't i told you not to come home late? He smiles and apologises for keeping her waiting, he wanted to hug her but it's an abomination in his culture. So he goes to his room chambers and .... [BLANK]
[-] Reality through the eyes of a stoned man
[*] Alternate reality of a stoned man with a little imagination
-He sits in the dark, on the bus seat as the bus fills up. After waiting agonizingly for 5 minutes, the last lady enters with the remains of her wares she was selling and she asks to conductor to place it in the trunk, he was annoyed had to wait for that too. After loading, the driver gets in his seat and turns the ignition, on the third try the engine coughs to life, the car lurches forward and they are on the move.
*After sitting it out till take off time, he's pissed of at the lady in front of him, packing an heavy carryon luggage and as she spends minutes fitting it into the overhead compartment, before the end of the three apparent warning sounds he fastens his belt and they takeoff!
-The journey's a 35 minute one, he's already wasted though so he drifts in and out of sleep, waking up with neck jerks. He wishes to the gods he'd just find a place to sleep for the duration of the journey. The gods answer him in speedy style as he notices the backrest of the frontseat he folds his hands on them and head in hands he sleeps.
*He looks out the plane's window,3 hours 50 minutes? That's a long time, he feels groggy already and for once he praises himself for choosing the overnight flight option, he reclines his chair but still cant find the perfect way to posture to sleep,
suddenly he notices the inflight blindfolds infront of him, he wears them immediately and let himself sleep.
-Someone taps him, he woke and looked at the guy suspiciously before he could think up the motive, the guys says it's the last bus stop, he thanks him and alights. He recollects where he is, then starts walking towards the needed bus stop. He thinks of how bad he has to get home and go make love to his bed. He mistakenly steps into the path of a soft drink hawker, the iced water used to chill the drink spills on him, fortunately the drinks didn't fall off, he just looked at the girl smiled and got into the next bus as the conductor was alreading announcing his street as next destination.
*A tap on the shoulder he sits up, somehow the blindfold is gone and there's a man in his face, saying the plane just reached it's bus stop, In his head "airport not bus stop, illiterate". Since he had no luggage, he exited the plane without the dropping step thing. He remembers his parents and thinks what a good thing I'm going home. He stood at the dubai international airport, his stopover, then out of nowhere an attention seeking lady pours ice tea on his suit, he knows she just wants his attention, as a gentleman he didn't even complain he smiled the "I know your kind smile" and walked towards the terminal having already heard the call of his flight on the overhead speakers.
-In the bus, he seats near a well dressed man, who apparently saw he was stoned. The man chats him up and attempts to cun him.
*He straps in, he hears "hi" and turns towards the voice, a tuxedoed asian sat next to him, most likely japanese from his features and accent, he wondered what kind of hentai he watches, monster vs schoolgirl or 2 godzillas one cup.
-The well dressed man started smooth talks about him looking trendy and he'd like to sell him a phone with awesome features and how he can help him get it blah blah, our guy being in a paranoid state already, didn't find it hard to figure he was in the middle of being played. The man's voice grated his ears, he tells him he's not interested and puts on his cheap earbuds.
*The japanese guy said he noticed and knew his type, the sleek black american type that deals in high tech stuff, the jap made it known he was in possesion of some special platinum isotopes, iridium and some rare metals and from china and some got from the moon, and bought off broke old russian astronauts. Being a smart guy he detected a pattern, this was standard CIA procedure, the guy reeked of the force. The police force that is. This is obviously a setup to catch me for my previous international offences. So he told the jap in the best japanese accent he could muster "asarawa nan kata warasibuta" which means "Go fuck yourself" even though the only japanese word he knew was arigato. He puts on his beats by dre.
-Putting on his earbuds he finds out just how good it is to be alone with music and rid of human and bus engine's noises. He relaxes and closes his eyes, as the music makes a kaledeiscope type slideshow in his head.
*The relief he felt actually surprised him, for a second back there he was almost caught by the CIA on his way home to his family. But for the time being in he closes his eyes and reconciles with David the king, the greatest musician of all time. I mean MJ was king of pop, but this man David was king of an empire just because he could sing good, No wonder God can't stay mad at him for long. Anyway tonight King David was performing his new underground underworld hit single "Don't you worry child" which he sang for his son solomon, who had 999 f**kin problems and they were all bitches, only one loyal wife.
He enjoys the rapture of the song and blanks out.
-He arrives at his bus stop tired, he walks towards the bikemen park, after haggling with like two of them, he agrees a price to one and they speed homewards , the ride was very bumpy due to undulating untarred road. He arrives at his gate, pays off the bikeman and enters his gate and walks towards the house.
*He leaves the airport uneventfully, walks towards the stables and tries to take a horse, after trying a few flightful ponies, he takes a relatively calm pony named jincheng. They galloped home at full speed, he arrived at his father's castle. He gave the horse an apple,he watched the drawbridge open and then walked in towards the mansion.
-He knocks loudly and his mom opens the door and screamed where have you been? Do you know how long you've been gone? I told you not to come home so late. He understands she scolds him out of love, he smiled at her and apologised for coming late. But couldn't hug her so she doesn't smell the weed. His mind was now totally on crossing the living room to his room to get some sleep. He entered the room and.... [BLANK]
*He uses the brass knocker to it's capacity, his mother comes out screaming "oh my where have you been my love? Do you know how long you've been gone {six months he thought}
haven't i told you not to come home late? He smiles and apologises for keeping her waiting, he wanted to hug her but it's an abomination in his culture. So he goes to his room chambers and .... [BLANK]
3 comments:
I like the stoned version better
That's why people smoke, part of my aim with this work, was to capture the feel of being high in another way and show how interesting it could be.
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