The Magic Check

by Brendan S


The year was 2013. I was about 25 years old, or I think I was.

That night I had no weed, when I knew I wanted to have more inspiration to write music .. or write in general.

I needed more 

"Fuel."

So, I kind of just stared at my paypal account balance for a while, and just thought about it.

I felt so sad.

Back in those days, I wasn't so psychic, but I had a lot of dreams, and telepathy was starting up as a new ability by the age of 23. I knew a lot about the world already, but I didn't expect any telepathic or psychic event to occur that night.

Like magic, I re-checked the balance and it was $200.

Enough for a zip.

The amount was perfect too, from the dealer I knew at the time's manner with economy over price and amount.

I then heard a voice in my mind, "Lee. You are with us. We are the Illuminati. This is a gift to keep you going."

And I didn't hear another word.

The next day at the ATM, I walked a short distance to my dealer's car, and had the ounce in a matter of no time.

I went back home, quickly, after telling one of my friend's I wanted to get some beer.

We chilled that night, and I told him, "I have no idea how the money got there." But I didn't tell him the whole story.

* * * * * * *

I am interested in the support I get from my family.

I do truly love the world, but sometimes I am harassed or messed with by people.

It isn't easy to be me, and sometimes I need all the help I can get, and my family has quietly supported me -- my true family -- for years and years and years.

To my direct family, you are lesser to the magic of a thousand points of light, and I don't give a flying fuck for some of you.


You won't see me this Christmas, either.

You corrupt, abusive, wasteful, negligent scum.