Once upon a time there was a boy. He was a silly boy, this
boy, and he couldn't even find the Integral of the simplest
Nigzeret. Oh, how I loved this boy, especially one time, in
the bushes... Hum Hum, But that's already another story.
Anyway, or anyways, if I try to be hip, and 'In the house'
like those typical 'Homies', Pardon my slang.
Well, where was I, Oh right, the dumb boy. His name was
Sasha. Yes, you could have guessed it from his name - he was
an Afro-American living in Harlem. A real Homie.
Well, one day Sasha went to his normal drug store, and
suddenly saw that something was different, but he couldn't
tell what. He thought it might be quieter, maybe because
there were like a lot of guns pointing at him, but no, the
dealer just got a new haircut. So Sasha said "Wow, nice
piece". Of course the dealer handed him a cake and said:
"Yeah, Want some?" but Sasha refused and said that he wanted
only his normal fifty grams, but the dealer said: "Oh, I'm
sorry Sasha dear boy, I ran out of the 'OK' stuff, I only
have some good stuff". "Mmmmm..." said Sasha. And even
though it seems as something that you write to someone on
the ICQ, he said it, OK?! Anyway, he started thinking, then
out of nowhere he said: "Wait a minute, are you pondering
what I'm pondering?" Of course then the dealer slapped him
silly and told him to "go to hell, and take the bus home"
but he was too far from the bus station, so Sasha replied
saying "OK, I'll take the good stuff, but I don't want to
take it anymore, OK? If you can't get me the "OK" stuff,
I'll just have to get it from someone else". He took a bag
of some icky green powder, left twenty zetot on the counter
and left.

You know what?! Of course you don't, I haven't told you
yet.
The funniest thing happened (I would have written darnest,
If I knew how to spell that damn word, Never-mind...Yes like
Nirvana).
Anyway, the funny thing that happened turned out to be a
hazard, Sasha was in an accident, a tricycle has ran him
over.
Of course you would expect an ambulance to arrive sometime
soon, and it did because there was a shooting across the
street. After getting up and walking around Sasha began to
feel his nipple again. It went numb after the "horrible"
accident. Anyway, he walked to the little kid on the
tricycle, must have been at least four years old, 'cause he
started sniffing the green powder, and you have to be at a
certain age before you know how to do that.
The kid started to say some weird shit; he started talking
about lights, something like dreams, I don't know, he
started to speak. He went to the first high place he could
find, and started talking about Georgia, and all kind of
shit about equality. I don't know. 'Anyvay', (In a German
accent) Sasha walked away with what he had left of his green
powder towards the bus stop. After an hour he hasn't gotten
there yet, (Yes, the bus stop was very far, I think I said
something about that earlier) and when he got to the bus
stop and saw an elephant. Then a lightning bolt struck right
next to him. Well, let's say that there was a bulb above his
head, 'cause this is a low production story. He thought to
himself that if he gave some of the green powder to the
elephant, maybe it would start flapping its ears and fly him
home. He knew it was a stupid idea, but as I said earlier,
he was dumb, so he thought he might give it a shot.

OK, let's put it all aside just for a minute.
Now you tell me, I would like to hear your opinion. Do you
think I should have sniffed some of the green powder before
writing this autobiography or not? Cause If you hadn't
guessed it yet, I did.