Initially, nothing prepared our poor little hero despite himself for the sake of storytelling, we will call later "small man "- to glimpse what he was going to live in what amounts to the most next 24 hours of its existence.
The hero we know him well. And let's be honest, he could face dragons, armies of ghosts or a horde of fans of Dimmu Borgir with bare hands, shackled by chains of several tons, with the constraint to keep the world balanced on the tip of his little left toe, he would laugh again, but cons face a few micrograms of a small chemical molecule, not lead it off!
But first things first. When history is about to begin, our hero is offered to spend a weekend especially exciting somewhere outside of his beloved city, which begins somewhat to oppress. Exciting, because he knows he will have the opportunity to travel through a new psychedelic experience; rich medium in response to those who know the right questions. And at that precise moment, the little man needs answers.
The experience, he has already made. On several occasions. The process is more or less the same. Every time we try very chiader the case. Some people are convinced that "junkies" are irresponsible morons unable to bear the consequences of their actions, and parents who would sell to provide them cam '. Without doubt this is the case for some. But we do not deprive me of the idea that it is most often a Hollywood archetype of the "junkie" who tends to convey a negative image in some (good) films like Taxi Driver or More . The little man is never so conscientious when it prepares to go on a mental trip.
is always the same. It begins by preparing a tea-because the taste experiences is important. Next, check that it has purchased its two liters of water per person and is a minimum to avoid the "hangover" the next day. Finally, and by length of trip, it sometimes provides a dinner, just to fill the belly and back to reality wisely. The essential is obviously the small library to encourage the passage, or even make small mazes mentally.
There is a rule that any entity that wishes to take any kind with the little man must submit. The rule: you must then promise to cut off all interfacing with the real world. It's a basic rule, a rule of survival.
This Saturday afternoon, there were three individuals-two entities brothers and a sister-entity, just as in violating the rule, prepared for possible demons. Except that none of the other two did, of course, and that's where the problem starts.
Once everything is ready, there is the ritual. You take the little biscuit two drops, and we put it in the mouth with the impression that Alice threw herself into the rabbit hole. The effects do not take long to be felt, and very quickly, the little man led his merry way of experience, and everything happens, my faith, for the better. Other entities interact little with him, but it's always great fun. It is rare that their trade had more than one or two sentences, often cryptic for someone outside, but containing the essence of a powerful reflection for other "traveler". Everyone is in their world and those worlds fit fairly infrequently in contact.
After some time ("but how many already?") Occurs tilt. We lost someone in the case; a priori, the other entity male: Brother. Vaguely uneasy, the little man decides to talk to Sister. When he finds it, it is spinning in a loop over the phone with a third person. This third person seems ardently desire to talk with our hero. To be clear, nothing could be worse this time. Nothing? Unfortunately, they would learn that if.
The third person, a strange voice on the phone, is worried. Why? Honestly, no idea. Certainly for the same reason that the stone is trying to explain to the little man why he would create a cosmogony entirely mineral, purged of all humanity and all living organisms, or that every note he can play the piano becomes in a rope that makes him a puppet operated by a kind of genius grinning. Voice does not seem to know that just pretend to be a rock noticeably. It raises questions too down-to-earth for the little man's notes. He prefers to talk with the marble floor, and he remains, as usual, quite away from it all. His ego is very, very far, protected, certainly somewhere.
The problem is that Brother is always absent, and no matter how many times he hangs up the phone, Sr. insists on calling the Voice posing the same questions endlessly. Convinced that this is a record placed there to distract him from his mission, which is to save the world from eating chocolate cake, the little man, very angry, finally hanging up again. Once too often.
Once again too, yes, because the voice seems to take it very seriously. And only when the little man realizes that the door no longer closed, and there are flashing lights outside, he begins to fear. Or not. After all, it is probably being laughing sitting at the kitchen table, eating a piece of chocolate cake they had prepared with love (and which should enable it to save the world, do not forget!). It can not seriously be in this cramped entrance to speak to officers of the constabulary taking psychotropic two people on both present at the apartment ("Did I say two? (Shit, where is the third? (ha yes, yes, none of this is true, I'm in my head (I am con )))"). It would be perfectly ridiculous, and completely stupid.
But trying to have a quick look at all: from the outside, it looks like this:
The police are dispatched to 8th Avenue something in any city in the south of France, and let's face it, everyone who cares that two people were able to take any dose of anything whatsoever (not binding on the life process, or even mentally, in the case, let's not stupid either!). Unless they have a job, they are so respectable, and when they hear certain words, it causes some reflexes home (sketchy, if not stubborn and packaged solely in order to prove that the police can be very stupid, n ' have not mince words).
Very quickly, the head of the little man make the headlines as one might read in any sensationalist tabloid: "A couple of students using drugs! The companion is sent to the emergency psychiatric while the police believe have the largest rail dealer in the city and its surroundings! More details on page 3, just after the baby eats his mother's dog "former star vaguely known fact that we're not really sure it's her, but good, with light, one could not too knowledge, "and before the truth about OBAMA and reptilian conspiracy."
the situation as it is described in the report of Sergeant "I-am-a-excess-of-zeal "We got back to office and home without a warrant after receiving a call from a third party (in other words: Voice) and we have apprehended a "couple" (a term to be defined later) in "possession" of drugs, and signs of demonstrators taking over the last hour. we called the emergency room. Firefighters seemed customary situation and decided to take the "victim" of female Watch. Meanwhile, we questioned the "victim" (with a big question mark that highlights beautifully the frown of Sergeant "not-important-his-name" when he sees the little man) male. We decided to cook (as scum) before deciding to bring the form to the post.
The situation in the head of the little man: rhaaaa, damn, it's not possible, we wanted to make me blow the guy who gets caught where he should not, I swear, I would have chosen the same face of the firefighter nice straight out of a timetable for the new year!
At that point, the little man is even more convinced that everything mental is a farce. And NOTHING seems to prove otherwise. The cops are bad actors who leave their replicas in any order. There is the bad cop and the nice fliquette, both dressed head to be caricatured. Besides, the little man is 200% safe and it would build its mother on the case if necessary, he has seen these heads on the cover of any comic book recounting the hilarious stories two policemen. When they arrived, firefighters seem to be REALLY nice, considerate, professional, just as it should. They ask the right questions, have the right moves, assured, reassuring. They are the opposite of police officers. It is all so cliche, the little man keeps to make any comment about the reality of the thing, and quietly waiting to know what kind of enormity his brain will still be able to generate. In fact, he never opened his mouth to show the nasty sergeant his ignorance of psychoactive substances, the two officers on site would let him go as he certainly had never been there, although they both seem confident putting their hands on a big drug dealer straight down from Paris to sow shit in the South that does not really need it yet.
But hey, as this is all a farce, let's go for the car, with flashing lights and everything else. It's pretty colors after all.
For clarity, we will tell our readers that the journey started around 15h, and is just over 17h when the little man left the apartment to follow our improvised Dupont and Dupond. Only.
Happened to emergencies wherever they led him to look after Sister The little man said that his trip could be more original anyway. The small house is like a friend and physician to the mouth of a second role of Jeunet. Or Tarantino ... Finally, somewhere when he meets Capra. And when he decides that the police is very funny, but he'd like to see elsewhere, they suddenly decide that the joke has gone on long enough, and he was given his paper, now lecture, vaguely, making him promise will not happen again, then leave without further ado.
Then the little man goes fantasized explore the streets of a city he has never seen!
And he is not disappointed with the detour! Everything is so colorful, resonances, sensations, and sumptuous feasts feverish, it reinforced the idea of being still lying somewhere in an apartment located in a real city, not the dummy it reconstitutes board based on those memories diffuse. And frankly, you would have experienced what happened to the little man, how would you have taken it? When, as the little man, you become a billion things, the spirit that binds each be present at any given time, one becomes, even a feeling, the sensation of taste for example, or even more than that, a concept, nothing will facilitate the return to reality.
And then suddenly, the little man said that he had switched its interface with the real world. or rather, the interface reminds her when she vibrates in his pocket. At this moment exactly, the * ting ting * of a tram is close. If there had not been this vibration, this simple message, "but what happens," the little man would have continued his journey. And he certainly would not set foot on earth, the moment when he had to understand that all around the elements were not dependent on his goodwill. Instead some were clearly hostile, and liked to remind him with a lot of dissonant sounds and noises that went wrong with the decor. He would not have realized it was ACTUALLY in the streets of any city in the South, at 19.30, which tended to confirm that another person present at the beginning of the journey was now to emergencies, and that simply found himself lost without a reference point, after wandering the streets of an unknown area for 1 hour. Only! And frankly, if we watch what the little man saw in a travel agency to anyone, it will go directly to sign. And pay a fee. Cash!
After much effort, detours, careful explanations from the Paris-based organization, the little man found the way to hospital . Return to emergencies is done quietly, people seem sympathetic, and it happens little by little, even if it's hard (because there's always stuff in the field of vision, and that the doctor decided the mouth a second knife in "on not quite sure what "), reason for her sister tries to regroup and come back to reality. Doctors leave even leave the little man and Sister. They can begin the rebuilding process to be through city streets, which will no longer quite the same, but more completely unknown either.
They believe that the police have already put seal on the door, nothing be as before. Yet it is not. They crossed, almost forbidden, the threshold of the door, even hallucinated that whole story has no more adverse consequences than that.
The big question hanging over Brother is thrown when the little man and sister crossed the threshold of the door they were greeted by the smell of exotic food . A compelling desire to consume was imminent pushed the third pedant outside the walls of this bastion insurmountable.
when entering the lounge, Brother, which then exits the kitchen, home, very surprised they were not wise in their bedroom to finish the journey.
Ironic is not it?
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