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Only questions could exit my mouth as I tried to grasp an explanation to this madness. And though my thoughts raced I was unable to form any real intelligent thought. I could only ramble off questions instinctually.

Who are you? what are you doing in my appartment? Whats going on here? Are you some sort of a robber? Each exited with a more shocked tone than the one before it. I realised I was shouting quite loudly.

The man, tall and a little toned, looked like a copy of every other soul in this plain town. Which added to the whole bizarre nature of the event.

He stared at me puzzled, then his deep voice boomed out.

"What do you mean who am I, who the hell are you?" "And last I checked this was my appartment you crazy bastard." "Now do me a favor and go find someplace else to sober up and stop banging on my door, dont make me call the CPA"

My head started to spin and my body was getting warmer and warmer. I couldnt maintain composure everything was getting really bizarre. Not even 20 minutes ago everything was fine, now its all weird. Stick with it I thought, no sense in letting it get to you, just try to make sense of all this.

"No this is some kind of joke" I shouted at the man. "And what the hell is the CPA?"

His lips started to move and form a response, when her voice broke right on into our conversation.

She spoke softly with one of those cute french accents, a charming girl in her mid 20's with ebony hair and jade emerald ideas. She looked as sweet as chocolate, her half closed eyes showing signs of vulnerability, borderline innocent.

Hmph I thought, too bad she didnt come with my appartment. And then she spoke again.

"Jerry what is going on?" Her speech ever accenting the r's in his name. "I woke up and heard you shouting." She looked at me and must have noticed me checking her out. She closed her robe tighter "Who is this man?"

"Im not sure Elly I think he is drunnk, he says this is his appartment."

Finally I grasped onto some rational thought. "Im not drunk, I dont drink, now why are you two in my house, whats the meaning of this?"

She gazed me over and spoke only to Jerry. "So if he is a drunk call the CPA and they will take care of him, now come back to bed." She kissed him on the cheek and trotted off.

"Look pal I dont know..." He started to say. I lost it, this was some kind of sick joke and it was starting to wear really thin on my patience.

"No you look pal" I grabbed him by his night shirt. "This is my appartment, I live here not you, that is my sticker on the front door, and your ruse is pissing me off!" "So please just cut the crap because im really tired and would like to go lay down and..." Before I could say anymore I saw the lights of blue and red pulsating through the hall way windows.

Good the cops are here, now we will get to the bottom of this. I let go of the man and lit up a clove ciggarette, just in case I still smelt like Alex's smoke room. Just then the car door opened and the very image of normality that I was for once hoping to encounter wasnt there. Just like everything else he too was foreign and strange.

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Logos

It sucked me in anyway, where is chapter 4?

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Leithreas

Great. any more?

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Have a nice day!

ChilleY420

Whens chapter 4 comin? im so anxious to see what happens next

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Dead and gone but i still don't quit .

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A man in a silver uniform now walked from the car up the steps to the hallway. He looked to me like what an officer would look like if he had fused with the Silver Surfer. I began to look him over as he approached.

He was definitly a cop. The badge, the low cut hair, the cocky swagger ever so noticeable in his step, but one thing was missing. He didnt have a gun. Hmm not enough funding perhaps, I tried to kid myself but I knew that wasnt the reason at all.

There was definitly something very strange going on here, perhaps if I were sober this would make sense. But the weed was still kicking hard and my head was twisting all around. Not to mention the bizzare events about to unfold.

"What seems to be the problem here?" I turned to the man whose eyes were cast down on me as if I were some sort of criminal.

"Well officer its like this.." I started to say but was cut off quickly byt the stern voice of the officer in front of me.

"Sir are you aware smoking tobacco or tobacco blends is a minor felony when conducted outside of homes, vehicles, and private businesses?" he said matter of factly.

With this I put out my clove and he smiled. I knew the town was putting up smoking bans but this was a shock. Eh these things kill me anyway.

"Now I got a call about a noise disturbance what seems to be the problem here?"

"Well I came from my friends house and.." Again I started to talk and was cut off, this time by my new found friend Jerry.

"Sir I think this guy is drunk, he was pounding on my door and when I answered it he started jabbering on at me, saying this was his appartment and asking me what I was doing." "He is no doubt intoxicated and I think you should give him a nice warm place to sober up."

"I see, and sir what do you have to say now?" the officers eyes gazed at me once again.

Finally a chance to explain myself, I jumped at the oppurtunity.

"Well officer I came home from a friends house to find my key didn't fit my lock, so I started to pound on the door in disgust when this man opened it and had the nerve to claim that he lives here." "I personally think while I was away he broke in and changed the locks on me." I realised that I must sound like a complete psychopath to him, when he began to smirk.

"Ok then, you sir" he pointed at Jerry. "I need your identification." "And you sir, first i need your identification, and if you wouldnt mind" he reached into his pocket and produced a small white strip of paper. "If you would just swab this against your cheek for a moment and remove it please."

Wearily I did what he said, I grabbed my license and he took it and handed me the piece of paper. I swabbed it on my cheek, removed it and handed it to him. He then produced a small laptop looking device about the size of 1/3 of a keyboard.

He took the piece of paper and scanned it over the flat screen kind of like a cashier at a grocery store does. Then he hit a couple of buttons and began to speak.

"Well you are definitly not drunk, but your thc level is very High." he said the words almost as if it were a joke.

He smiled and I started to sweat and turn pale a bit. I cant believe I just let him do that how stupid of a move can you pull. I know my rights and I basically just threw them out the window. Damnit I cant be so hard on myself this is starting to really get to me.

"But thats not a problem at all" he said the words as if it were just another free choice.

Now this is just total insanity. A cop, all be he the strangest cop I have ever seen just made a pot joke in front of me and said he had no problem with the fact that I was high.

He took Jerrys id card and inserted it into a slot on the side of his little computer.

"Jerry Conwell resident at 211 goselen street Glengrove Massachusetts, date of birth 9-23-56." he read off the results of the card swiping.

"That would be me sir." Jerry replied like some sort of brown nosing student responding to a teacher in the hopes for a pat on the head.

Thats odd though, 9-23-56, what a lucky guy to be 45 and with such a fine young french girl. Interesting, he didnt look a day over 30, must be one of those health nut guys.

The officer then inserted my id into his machine. He frowned, took the card out and inserted it again. With a hmph he looked at me and began to read the results.

peace n love

that was great, i liked it alot. peace

SimsToker420

Sweet. I read it all in one shot and it took me quite a while but it was while worth it! That story was captivating and i just had to read it all. Mad respect to you cleric, you have a gift of writing. keep it comming
keep tokin peace

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Leithreas

i know you have chapter 5 written..the suspense is killing me!!! post it first thing tomarrow!!!

umm, yeah!

Peace

Logos

Normality Zero

He's dead Jim...

TheCleric

"Guy Jacobson, resident of 211 goselen street Glengrove, Massachusetts.."

"See i told you I live here and im not drunk, so now what do we do with this guy here?" I cut him off, finally something was making sense and i got excited.

"Actually sir there is a problem with your id card, it shows your date of birth as 6-9-83." He handed it back to me and looked inquisitively at me.

"Yeah so what, thats when I was born, is there a problem?" With this they both started laughing quite loudly and I felt stupid. So im only 18 whats the big deal?

"Well the problem is you look quite grown for a 4 year old Mr. Jacobson." the officer said in a boisterous tone.

"A 4 year old, what the hell are you talking about? Im 18 im not some toddler." I was starting to lose it. And all of this nonsense was really wearing down my buzz.

I looked at both of them, the laughing had ceased and they werent smiling anymore, their expressions had changed drastically from humor into pity, thats when it hit me that they were serious.

"Wait a minute are you saying this is the year 1987?" "No its 2001 im afraid, im in the year 2001." I said it but it was void of all emotion.

The officer looked at Jerry and they exchanged smug looks, then he spoke. "Well it looks like we got an alien here, Mr. Conwell you have a nice evening and call us if anything else happens, and you sir are going to have to come with.." he turned around to see an empty hallway behind him.

I was allready gone. I panicked, the one thing I was hoping to instill a sense of normality to all of this weird **** just called me an alien. Stay, fight or flight. I chose flight.

I bolted to the door after he told Jerry to have a nice night, I didnt need to hear it I knew what he was going to say. Your going to have to come with me so we can get this settled at the station. Fugg that.

I ran as fast as I could, not turning back once, no doubt silver surfer had some other marvel comic buddies around probably waiting on his word to follow me. Not this night, I will be damned if im going out that easy.

I took refuge in the parking lot of an old pharmacy for a short while to catch my breath, I was running at top speed scared for my life, in the dark of a place that seemed like a figment of my imagination. I wasnt sure what was going on but I knew I had to escape somehow. And under no circumstance could I be detained by that odd enforcement official.

I managed to get to a small patch of forest, ahh natures great refuge. I realised that between the walk home from Alex's and my running from the law that I was exhausted. Mentally and physically drained, I used the last drop of my strength to climb up a sturdy maple tree.

Im not the most out doorsy type and in my current state I failed to realise that when your about to fall asleep in a tree you have to literally latch on or you will fall out. Right before I drifted off I lost my grip and fell. I remember hitting my head on something and hearing a crack, I couldnt tell if it was my head or what I hit but that didnt matter.

I closed my eyes and thats when I heard the sweet sound of familiarity, like the trumpets call on the kings return, sending a notion of peace across all the land.

"Hello?" said with a slight absence of the l, replaced with a minor r sound. "Wake up you lazy bastard!" It was Alex. Shocked I woke right up and in a daze I wearily gazed upon my surroundings.

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