Saturday morning glowed in room #54, lighting up their unaware bodies that lay cuddling in bed. The first to regain consciousness was Robby, who smiled at the smell of the minty shampoo in Taylor’s hair. When he opened his eyes, he immediately got out of bed. That woke Taylor, who saw Robby standing next to him, holding his head in his hands. "No, no, no, no, what have we done?!" he said as he ran naked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. When Taylor heard the shower running, he got up and went to the bathroom door and told Robby “I'll explain when you come out." To which Robby replied that there was nothing to explain, "My dick told me everything, motherfucker!" Taylor considered mentioning that his ass had turned into a vagina the night before, but knew better and let the water run its course. He went back to the living room and sat down at the table, wincing in pain. He opened his laptop and saw that there was a new document on the desktop titled “Souvenirs of an Afterlife - Chapter 1.” He double-clicked on it and a password prompt popped up on the screen. He tried the password he used for his manuscripts files, “RedPyth0n1987!”, and it didn’t work. He tried his laptop password, “3045,” but the protection wouldn’t surrender.
*Why don’t you try TobeContinued?*
“Andrea?” Taylor asked.
*Nope. Igga from the surface*
“Hey, God. What a night last night, huh?”
*Indeed, my friend. You don’t have to worry about Robby, I'll make sure he has a fond memory of what happened last night*
“My goodness, thank you, you saved me a lot of explaining.”
*My pleasure. Is your butt-agina sore?*
“A little bit, yes.”
*What about now?*
“Hey! Now it feels brand new!”
*Great!*
“Can I ask you one more thing?”
* I'm not your three-wish genie, Taylor*
“Just one little thing.”
*Okay, what about now?*
“Wow! Living up to my password!”
*All right! I have to go, your life needs to be written if you want a life to live*
“Sure, please go ahead”
*Don't tell me what to do, okay?*
“It's my master's will!”
*That's the way I like it*
So, uh-huh, uh-huh—Taylor emerged from a flashback. The file unlocked and loaded. Robby came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, singing “Israel Vibration - My Master's Will.”
“Hey! Look at this. I opened my laptop and found a file with a remake of the first chapter.”
“What is it, bro-bro-bro-brothaaaarrrrr? A new draft for the first chapter of the novel?”
“Yes, come, have a look.”
Robby sat down and lit a cigarette. "Yeah, man, it was epic. We were on some next-level shit."
Taylor laughed, "You better believe it."
“Yes” nodded Robby, “We were possessed by some sort of higher entity.”
For the next section, if I may, I invite you to invoke your inner Don LaFontaine, the legendary voice actor who, with his immeasurable talent, made movie trailers a mesmerizing experience: They both had different memories of last night. On the one hand, Taylor believed that he had embodied and connected with Andrea, his beloved character and that things had gotten a little bit out of control when Robby, possessed by the supreme creator, got everyone involved in a multidimensional orgy, while the Robby we all know understood that they had been re-writing the first chapter of Souvenirs of an Afterlife. Truth is, all dimensions had coexisted and it was all a matter of perspective. —
As Taylor finished reading the revised chapter #1, deep inside him the sound of a zipper being unzipped made his skin crawl.
“Pretty good, isn't it?” Robby said.
“Shut up!!!” hushed Taylor anxiously.
Robby was speechless.
“It's a notebook! It's a black leather notebook with a number 8 drawn on it. There's a name written beneath it. It's...” Taylor paused, his face trying to retrieve a message that slipped from his mind.
“My goodness, are you receiving a vision from the holy angel?”
“Gabriel!?” Both said in unison.
Taylor laid his hands on the keyboard and began typing. “What you doin'?” asked Robby, “Chapter 2!” responded Taylor and added, “Let's take another three drops!”
Robby shot out of the chair to find the dropper, searched the nightstand, the bathroom, and the kitchen, and found it under the bed. “Almighty!” He ran back to the table, Taylor looked up at the ceiling and opened his mouth without breaking his typing. “Amen!” Robby dropped three under his tongue, "Amen!"
“Find in my backpack my cell phone. Text my boss I resigned.” Taylor requested under the rain of keystrokes that was filling the room.
The sun streaming through the window beamed down on Robby's face as he messaged Taylor's boss, “No need for me to explain anything to you. God is in charge.”