“I’ll show you around.
A lot of the people here, I’m sure, you will already be familiar
with. So, don’t ever feel like you’re
alone. Like you, me and everyone you
meet hereafter: we live, and we will live, in the new world which we all have
envisioned,” he said. “Let me take you for a little tour into
Genesis.”
I’ve always been skeptical about any and everything. Even with my own existence, I question. And this?
Shit, skeptics, like I, would never believe what I was witnessing in a
millennia. But here I was a witness, far
from the Jehovah type which I had physically…mentally…passed
into…what-the-fuck-was-this?
They said, in the transition room, “Mr. Nelson would you
please pay attention to the monitor in front of you.” I did as I was instructed.
And shit. There!... my
image was; a male voice-over, saying that I had died…
From a fuckin overdose?
Yeah, I partied, but everyone knows, I don’t fuck with drugs! Don’t they?
Didn’t they?
I gave a drug dealer forty-kay every six months
for…Dilaudid, synthetic heroin pills…and Oxy…?”
Come the fuck on!
Really?
They believing that shit?...
So I turned to the two burly gentleman, dressed very
gentlemanly I may add, and before I could get a word out of my mouth they both,
imperceptibly nodded; suggesting, “We told you what the deal was when you agreed to the deal.”
What a purple-pickle, indeed…
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