Reality - Ch. 11

Hi, I'm back.  I didn't forget you.  I take it the police have been okay with you even though you've been locked here in solitary.

Well, I heard them mocking you for not being real but I've got some good news.

Hang on - here - I'll just dig it out of my jacket.  Check they're not spying on us through that door's hatchway.  The police didn't search me too well before coming in here.  Let's face it they think someone who's not real can't escape.

We'll go with that one.  It's given me an idea.

First of all - have this to eat.  It's a Marathon bar.  Yes I know you can read the label - sorry about that.  It's an American candy bar.  It's just been released in 1973.  I don't think it melted very much in my jacket.  Yeah, it's like the British CurlyWurly bars.

Okay, the guy from 1973 - he's called Alan Watts.  He knew exactly when he'd die that year.  I had so many  philosophical discussions with him about the ancient and modern ways plus of course the concepts of life and death.  i know this place is constantly messing with time.

Alright, alright, I know this isn't getting us anywhere.

Okay first of all - did you like that Marathon bar by the way? - sorry - back on track.

We'll go to the prison cell door, ask for exit and then I'll mess with the guard's head a bit.  You pretend to be looking around and not particularly interested in what I'm saying to him.
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Okay you can now go.  You served your three years but because you're not real you can't be kept in here anyway.  Just be polite to the guard as we walk out.  Don't look at him.

Just walk casually to the prison entrance.

And we're outside.

The guard's head is now in a bit of a mess.  Effectively he assumed I was from 1967 (I gave him a bit of a rundown about the Beatles music group and the Sgt Peppers album).  He thought you were also from that time and then I talked to him about Christopher Mayhew, the Labour MP, who took some psychedelic drugs whilst being filmed for the Panorama BBC TV programme in 1955.  I showed him my Marathon candy bar - yes I got one for me as well - and pointed out how he must be seeing things because it was launched in 1973 especially as Sgt Pepper had given it to me. 

It also means you've been in prison for six years - and he didn't feed you during that time.  But I told him I'd let him off because he was obviously feeling the effects of those hallucinogenic drugs.  And since you were you were a part of his make believe world anyway and he should let you go.  I told him now he could just simply write you've served your sentence.  I didn't let him think about how was you came to be here in 1955. 

I think I'm having hallucinogenic trips just from thinking about all of this.

Now I'm starting to think about Lucy in the sky with diamonds and that necklace we found.