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Suddenly I felt a burst of brightness. Of immense logic and self-assurance. Even the complexity of the universe appeared comprehensible.
The door swung open and the smell of French fries made me long after an enormous eating feast.
'You all right, Martin?'
'Yeah man, damn that marihuana cake is putting on man.' Hans sat down next to me. I wanted to tell him about the initiated revelation on the universal insight. But 'the cosmos man, it's big man', was the only thing I could mumble. 'Wooohhhh! I think I ate too much of it.' My head felt light though the gravity seemed to redouble.
'I told you to take it easy.'
I received a large container of fries with two of my favorite Belgian meatballs. 'Yeah, but I really felt nothing so I took two more slices. Shiiit man!'
'It takes about two hours before the trip starts.'
'I feel so small, Hans. We are really nothing compared to the cosmos man.' Why did I say man every time? I tried to sit up straight but my muscles felt good like they were and didn't seem to have the slightest will to strain. I started to work the fries down my throat without eye contact.
'Okay, let's go, before someone sees you.' Hans had finished his fries in a record time, started the car and slowly drove off the parking lot. 'Oh... gimme this line!'
That wasn't Hans' desire to score cocaine but his ever-recurring view on the other sex. Preferably the pre-adolescent type on which there's not a gram of fat.'
'Foxy lady!'
'That ain't no fox, man! That's a bauwau!'
'It's a fox, man!', Hans smiled.
Hans and I pride ourselves on the frequent use of movie dialogues. Even though we were the only ones to understand them.
The Citroen CX floated above the asphalt. I hoped Hans wouldn't start to yap about the unique suspension system of his beloved car. The Belgian meatballs were still in the bag in front of me. The eating kick had passed. Dark treetops in a pitch-black sky flashed by. I closed my eyes.
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