The night was calm until the voices broke the stillness and unleashed one hell of a story, or perhaps I should say life, because the events that I will retell are full of details that I cannot forget nor want to. The reasons of me hearing voices can be many things from using drugs to an actual mental defect but I had got to say I did it my way and hopefully it has worked and those that have dealt with me throughout the ordeal are quite the love ones.
“Please stop your bull shit,” I told Jim while in bed.
Jim ignored me and pretended to be sleeping, but I knew full heartedly that he was awake and it was making me very angry.
“Not tonight, please do not play any games,” I pleaded, “you do not want me to scare you.”
Jim still ignored me so, I decided to fuck with him just like it seemed he was fucking with me, but it might have all been made up in my mind but still I started by moving my hand very slowly behind him, I crawled me hand very close to his back but not touched him. He did not move, he was really making a good effort to remain stoic, but I knew I would get him. I raised my hand and held it very close to his head pretending to be placing some unseen force from my hand to his head, like if I was going to steal his dreams. The I realy got angry because he was not moving.
“Ok you asshole,” I said softly, “you asked for it.
“Watch,” I continued, “now you are going to get some of my juju dust.”
I raised my hand and started sprinkling some of my juju dusk on him, the effects are always unknown because the juju dust is very particularly difficult to gage, it can be from falling madly in love with me to just falling madly. Either way I sprinkled it twice all over Jim’s body, but to my surprise that was not making a difference, it seemed he knew I was going to do this and had protected himself from the very effective juju dusk.
“Damn it,” I told myself, “what the fuck is wrong with my juju dust.”
Then from outside, or rather from inside, hell the night was too dark to tell and I seriously think that I inadvertently sprinkled some of my own juju desk in my head cause I started talking to myself and was feeling a little loopy.
“Hugo, what are you doing to Jim,” the voices whispered.
I ignored them, an spread some mote juju dust on Jim’s head.
“Hugo, stop spreading that on Jim.” They exclaimed.
“What are you sprinkling on Jim,” they asked.
“Juju dust,” I replied.
“What the hell is juju dust,” they asked dumbfounded.
“It is juju dust,” I explained, “from my little juju bag.”
The voices just stayed quiet, I am guessing they were trying to get me to simply give more information, so I did.
“You never heard of juju dust from my juju bag,” I asked.
“No,” they answered, “and where to you get the juju dust from.”
“Oh my juju dust if from my juju bag I got a long time ago,” I began, “I got it a very long, long time ago, you see, I get the juju dust, form my juju bag, and my juju bag comes from my little baggy,, it comes straight from my SAC, my nut sack.”