Thousand: Three Hundred Forty-Nine

of my godfather. I sometimes doubted it was anything special. But I would use my imagination and the pinch I’d snort would be a way to new dimensions. Right past the gate I’d go, snubbing the guards, waggling my ass like I just didn’t care. And then I’d be in the new universe, with the unfamiliar objects (which were pieced together from the old familiar objects), and the strange customs (which were exaggerated versions of what I grew up with). Another pinch and I would forget what universe I’d started from, or pretend I had. “Who are you?” the natives