"Ana-goda-davida-baaaaaabbbyyyyyyy......" Mick sang very loudly, and very off-key, staring intently at a non-existant speck on the ceiling that was performing sign language for the hearing impaired. ".....I think I know that I think I love yoooouuuuuu...."
"You drive me craaaaaaazy......" Larry interlaced his own lyrics, the empty bag of fish-sticks keeping a perfect rythmic percussion in a band made up of three lamps, and a dirty t-shirt. ".....and it feeeeeeels so riiiiiight...."
"If I had a million dollars......." Mick suddenly changed songs, trying to keep up with the small, blue jar of jello, writing a movie critique, that was fervently chasing a giggling beam of light.
"If I haaaaad a miiiiillion dollaaaarssss...." Larry began singing a higher-octave back-up, tripping the beam of light out of pure malice.
".....I'd buy you a house...." Mick continued, beginning to snap his fingers to the beat, lying flat back on the floor.
".....not a big house.....but one that'd make you happy...." Larry began tapping his feet, slumped in the couch.
"When somebody loves you...."
Mick and Larry immediately turned towards the baritone voice coming from the recliner. A tall, bald man sat, fingers steepled, his foot tapping to a completely different rhythm.
"....let somebody love you...."
Suddenly, all three boomed in a perfect harmony.
"....AAAALLLLLL THE WAY....."
Mick: "....through good and bad times...."
Larry: "....with rain and sunshine...."
Turkish: "AAAALLLL the way....."
Turkish continued to hum, Mick turning towards Larry with a wide smile.
"DUDE! This is some goooooood shit!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah.....I've never joint-hallucinated with anyone before...."
They suddenly broke off, jumping back into perfect timing.....
"AAAALLLLLL THE WAY!!!"
Mick began laughing, Larry following with a wide, glassy-eyed chuckle.
"Man, you are too cool!" Mick began. "Frankie-baby's the bomb!"
"Yo." Larry replied with a mock fist gesture.
"Thank you." Mick bowed towards him.
"Don't thank me, man....thank Mr. Clean over there...." he replied. "He's the one keeping the beat..."
All three: "AAAAALLLLL THE WAY"
"Dude, I wish you were real...." Mick said towards Turkish, who was still smiling and humming.
"Life is only as real as you make it...." Turkish replied, still studying these two men.
He suddenly gained a very serious expression, as he looked at Mick. Shaking his head a bit, and blinking a few times, he leaned in closer to the man, obviously fascinated.
"You have.....an after-image...." he spoke.
"Yeah, I know what you mean...." Mick nodded, blinking himself. "I'm getting some cool-ass tracers off you, as well...."
"Yeah....." Larry cooed, "....that head of yours is SO shiny....."
Turkish sat back, realizing he would get nowhere with these two right now.
"My name is Turkish Stringfellow...." he finally said.
"Oh..." Mick straightened up a bit. "....I'm Mick Harrison. This is Larry Lance."
"Hey...." Larry nodded.
Mick turned to Larry.
"Man, I've never met a hallucination with a name!" Mick said with awe.
"And what a name!" LL replied, running his fingers through a purple sea.
Stringfellow smiled.
"And, like all hallucinations, you will find..." he began, holding up a single finger, "....that I was never here in the first place...."
He calmly stood up, walking towards the door.
"Damn he's tall......" Mick breathed.
"Yeah....fucking NBA-style...." Larry nodded.
Turkish stopped with a frown, looking back at the two.
"Did.....you understand what I said?" he asked.
"Yeah, but, hell, it'll be a few hours before we come down, and you go into stored memory for a future acid-flashback......stick around....." Mick shrugged, dipping his toes into styrofoam honey.
"Yeah! We can do an N'Synch song together...." Larry joined in.
"Dude! I'm not THAT fucked up...." Mick turned towards him.
"Come on! The 'Synch is where it is AT!"
The two began arguing, while Turkish stood for a moment, looking at the lone finger he had held up.
"Hmmmm......hallucinatory states have never been your strongpoint, have they?" he asked his finger.
Then, without another word, slipped back into the hallway.
