I wasn't here yesterday. When the electricity is off, its alright to take it as a sign, and disappear into the atmosphere. A few nights ago, I went to a dear girl's house, and as dear girl, myself, and well-spoken writer friend were sitting around the table, dear girl told us that a woman had come to her in a dream, and told her that there was a hex on her, someone wished dear girl ill, and lighting 50 sticks of incense would banish the hex. Turns out, 50 sticks of incense fits into a slender blue and gold tea glass. We smoked those bad spirits out, man. Yeah.