| Guille enters the pub -
09-02-2005, 04:27 AM
He had been the whole day out in a trip to one of those villages tipical in Spain, those villages that as so far, far away from civilisation, that the people living in them still believe the earth is flat.
A few guys in the class, decided to bring some cake, but guille didn't know how it tasted, it was the first time he had seen it, so he asked them if he could have it with them. They accepted, some of them in horrible loughter, guille wondered why. The cake was brilliant, it's taste was excelent, thought guille. But in the way back the guys of the cake told guille that it had something special, something added to give it...mmm....flavour......Pot.
Guille got mad at them for a short time, then he asked several questions about what could/would happen to him as consequence, and he tranquilized.
Now it was two hours since the cake, and guille had all the clear sintoms of smoking pot. He had a marker, couldn't remember why, and he had these "incredible" view about the world and the universe, and had thousands of ideas and thoughts per second. He wrote them on a wall of the pub, which he had believed was a whiteboard, and wrte and wrote, equations, paradoxes, conclusions....everything he bleived could make up a TOE if prooved empirically and put up together.
Then he looked around the pub, confusing a huge man that had just entered the pub, with a horse, and observed Robert looking crazy, trying to calm, so he, guille, decided he didn't want any problem in this state, so, he went directly to the door, not too fast, not to slow, but when he was just about to arrive at the door, he heard a voice of call, he couldn't recognise the person speaking nor the way of speaking to him (angry, happily, surprised....) because of the huge amount of noise in the pub, but he stopped, and look backwards, and..... |