So It Goes

I woke from a dream last night wiping the gin from the jinn and heard a legion of voices crying for more. "More what?" I mumbled as green phantoms trailed in the murk. "More" they replied in unison, a single voice from a thousand mouths. "Jesus, it's 4:22 am, what can I do for you at this dismal hour?"

I decided that this auditory hallucination was perhaps, more than a residual drug experience when the floor fell from under my feet suspending me in the darkness. Couldn't tell if I was falling or floating, didn't really care. I have found that when the floor mysteriously disappears it's best to just go with it, and so I let the wierd winds blow me from the place I know towards the source of these nocturnal voices. As with any type of travel, you never arrive as fast as you think you should, even when dealing with the ferrymen of the preternatural. So I rached deep into the pocket of my wrinkled trousers and extracted a tortured joint, bent but not broken like the reeds of Dune. When I flicked the lighter to ease my mind the spark danced across the glassy eyes of countless faces, pale from lack of sunlight. Though my spark lasted only a fraction of a second I was struck most by the way their wide black pupils each held the image of my lighters flame.

Angels or Demons?, I thought.

After a few moments of silence broken only by my puffing I began to grow bored and restless. "Hey, uh do you guys smoke?" I said expecting no reply, which was why I was so surprised when I recived the reply, "Sheeeet Dog, You know how we go!" A large, white, long-fingered hand reached out and took up the J. My eyes followed the cherry into the darkenss, my ears heard that strange unison of a thousand, though this time puffing. Well at least these guys are down, I thought.

We continued passing the J between man and immortal, chuckling from time to time at the absurdity of the whole scenario. My favorite part was when the mass of unknown souls began to rag on liza minelli, whom they had taken for a similar trip the night before. They said she was a total nut bag. "You guys don't get out much, huh?" was my reply. "No....we really don't" was theirs.

A few more minutes passed and I asked our ETA to where ever we were going. "Hard to tell, should have been there an hour ago." said the voices. "Well, was this meeting important or just a formality, I mean if Liza and I are in the same eschelon of honor then this can't be that great, right? A bit of whispering amongst the darkness wafted about. "O.K. we'll level with you, everybody gets one of these "meet your maker" experiences. It's where you find out what you should be doing with your life and all that, but really the big guy is so fucking tired of his job that he just says the first thing that comes to his head. There are just too many of you little bastards."

I shook my head in agreement "Heard that, I'd probably fuck off too if I had to service 6 billion clients." I paused in reflection for a moment "So what do you think he was gonna tell me?"

"You gotta lay off the herb, man. We told you from the beginning, remember."

"All I remember is your voices saying, more....more what?"

"Fuck if we know, that's all the big fella tells us. We go get you little ones, and he asks for more that's the deal.

"No shit, well all I got more of is the weed, interested!" I knew the answer of course and continued to probe the stoned mind of evermore until the weed sack was as empty as their answers. "Hey, I gotta go to work tomorrow so you think you could drop me off until the weekend?" "Yeah sure, maybe we'll remember how to get to the destination by then."

So we made a left on the cosmic turnpike and hammered on towards my house in the valley of the mortal. I stepped from the darkness, bid my mysterious courriers ado and moved slow and stoned back to my bed, already dreading the comming workday. It occured to me that this sentiment of impending work was the common link between man and eternity. All we have to do is more.