I thought I completely lost my ability to write fiction. Writers block is like a fucking cancer, it multiplies its own life while killing you softly. I’m sure other writers can relate. So I did the effective way to combat writers block and depression, a known medication to many – sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

I found myself dancing to psychedelic trance music at the House of Yes, in Bushwick, Brooklyn. When I arrived at the party, I already had a glass of vodka and red bull from a bar nearby. Now my mission is to find a tab of ecstasy or some LSD. I need something. The curse of being sober is it makes you remember all the shit that you don’t want to remember. And the case of being fucked up is… Making this human existence less painful than it already should be. I was dancing my way around inside House of Yes, the mixed crowd of hipsters, yuppies, tourists, acrobatic dancers, and everyone else in their costumes , was grooving to the music. I still was on a mission to find something. Then I ran into an Israeli guy, with the flag of Israel wrapped around his neck like a scarf. I started talking to him and then found out that he had an extra LSD with him. We immediately forged our friendship and he gave me the LSD. His name was Avi, he was from Jerusalem. I hope he wasn’t related to Jesus Christ or The Virgin Mary. One hour after I took the LSD, it finally kicked in. And this wasn’t my first time 🙂 All the colorful installations and other visuals looked more vivid and their colors began to move and rotate, like a Van Gogh painting in full motion. The next day, I was still recovering from the acid high which made me restless. Suprisingly, the LSD dissolved every ounce of depression that I have and gave me a euphoria. I was feeling bored at my shared apartment on West 110th Street and Broadway. I always hated the Columbia University neighborhood… Maybe because they turned my application down when I applied for admission. LOL . Anyway, I hopped on the 1 train, transferred on Times Square to the N train and went to the Key Bar on East 13th Street and 1st Avenue. When I arrived I immediately noticed a guy in his mid thirties wearing a grey, three piece suit, with long long dark hair and full beard, he literally looked like Jesus with an expensive, designer dark brown suit. Seated next to him is a woman, in her late forties, but still looks ravishing, as if everyone around has aged and got old but she didn’t. She stayed the same because she wanted to, She’s wearing a red, silk headscarf on her head. She got long brown, wavy hair. She’s got a gold necklace with a sacred heart gold pendant. She’s literally the 2020 version of the Virgin fucking Mary. She started rubbing the back of Jesus, who’s starting to cry. Holy fucking shit! It’s the live version of the Madonna and Child. I could tell that he was in such pain, and his own mother is doing everything she can to calm down her own son. I told the bartender to get them whatever they wanted to drink. He served the Virgin Mary a full glass of red wine, while Jesus had a glass of whiskey on the rocks. They both looked at me, smiled and raised their glasses and drank it. Then, The Virgin Mary came up and sat next to me.

“I just wanted to say thank you for the drinks that you bought for me and my son.” She said.

“You’re very welcome. It’s my pleasure.” I replied.

“I would love to stay and get to know you, Lorenzo, but I have to see his father tonight. Please do me a favor, could you please keep my son company and make sure that he takes a cab to get home?”

“Of course, no problem. Wait a second, you know my name?”

“Yes, the bartender told me. My name is Maria by the way. Now go, please talk to my son. He could really use a friend especially in these distressing times…Now go, please talk to my son. He could really use a friend especially in these distressing times..”

“Okay, I will go ahead and do that.”

“Thank you dear, blessed be.”

She then kissed me on the forehead and left. I walked over to her son who’s sipping on a glass of bourbon. I sat next to him and and nodded my head.

“Hey” I said.

“How’s the going?” He replied.

“Oh you know, I’m just enjoying the last remnants of the LSD from last night..”

He then smiled and laughed a little bit.

“Any leftovers?”

I responded with a laugh.

“I wish there was, I would’ve given it to you. I’m Lorenzo by the way”

“I’m Jay, nice to meet you”

We both exchanged handshakes. I noticed that Jay is the kind of person that stares into your eyes intensely searching for something. I’m not exactly sure what it is, but it felt like he saw me before, in a different place and time. And I wasn’t aware that he watched me.

“Pleasure to meet you Jay, I met your mother earlier, she sent me your way to hang out with you. Is that alright?”

“Sure, why not! So What are you looking for tonight Lorenzo?”

“Wow, that’s a bold question. What am I looking for tonight? Some kind of comfort from someone that I don’t need to know. I just wanna forget my shitty life for a few minutes perhaps. I’m sorry, that’s too much information.”

“That’s okay, what if I tell you that I can offer some kind of comfort?”

“Maybe I’d like that.”

So Jay AKA Jesus Christ followed me to the dingy bathroom of the bar and went down on me like a pro. I guess this is what you call a fucking miracle. He made me cum like some pornstar at Studio 54 back in the 70’s. The divine oral sex reminded me that I’m still alive. After that heavenly connection, I immediately stepped outside to smoke a cigarette. Then, my deceased psychiatrist, Dr. Lessing, who killed herself from years ago appeared again to me. This time, she’s wearing a 1920’s red flapper dress, while sipping on a glass of champagne. She looked like she came straight out of The Great Gatsby novel.

“So you really think that a holy blowjob from the Jesus Look-A-Like will change your life huh?” She said.

“Fuck you!” I replied.

“Hey language, I just came from the 1920’s, where people were actually civil. But in all seriousness, how’s life in the world of the living?”

“It’s fucking spectacular. Everything is so wonderful.”

“You’re still a bad liar I see. On a positive note, you might have something real going on here…”

“Oh yeah, like what? Getting fucked over and over again?”

“Of course not, I mean not anymore. But according to my prophecy, you’ll have something worth living for this time around.”

“Are you still a stupid bitch?! You were my therapist and you committed suicide!”

“I’m sorry but human existence has taken its toll on me. You think it’s easy sitting there all day listening to people’s problems?! Did it ever occur to you that I might have personal demons of my own?”

“Why the fuck am I still arguing with you?! You’re dead….”

“Lorenzo!” Jay called.

“Hey, what’s up?” I replied.

“Who are you talking to? “

“Oh nothing, just me myself and I”

“Do you wanna go to another bar?”

“Umm, I don’t think so. Listen I really enjoyed meeting you and I have to go now…”

Jay grinned at me.

“Wow, just like that huh?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I follow your drift..”

“So you do that typically?”

“Do what typically?”

“After you hook up with someone, you just toss them aside like a piece of trash?”

“Dude, it’s not like that.”

“This may sound funny to you but I actually see us staying friends.”

What he said paused me on my tracks. I wasn’t really sure what his intentions are.

I agreed to have one drink with him and we started walking to a karaoke bar called Planet Rose on Avenue A. I then realized that all the hook ups I’ve had over these endless years were nothing but an illusion. Hanging out with the Jesus Look A Like, made me take a hard look into myself. The choices that I’ve made, the embarrassing standards I had to adjust due to the heat of the moment. What the fuck have I done with my life?! What the fuck is happening to my life?!

Jay pick the song “Living On A Prayer” by Bon Jovi and sang it with a divine energy. I picked up “Circles” by Post Malone, I sang it with pride in my fucking heart. We had a good time. After the karaoke shindig, I dragged him to another spot, at this place called Narcissa, on Cooper Square. I’d say that this one is a little more clubby, infested with fashion models from the runway and magazines. Everyone looked perfectly beautiful. But me and Jay, were dancing like maniacs to the techno tracks beings spinned by the blonde dj, who also looks like a model, I’d say someone who looks like Miley Cyrus, but the platinum and trashy version. Jay looked at me with some element of intensity in his eyes, I pretended not to care. Then all of sudden, a woman in a black dress, with long, wavy raven hair down to her hip. I also noticed that on the left side of her head, there’s a white rose with red tips on its petals. She was dancing between me and Jay, at this point, I’m not entirely sure if she wants a threeway, or she prefers to take one at a time.

For a hot minute, she gazed at me like a predator in the Amazon forest, then she turned around and did the same thing to Jay. Jay and I looked at each other and confused by her actions. She danced her way out of the dance floor and stood by the bar to order herself a drink. After a few shots of Jagermeister, I stood to her right side by the bar, while Jay stood on the left. She looked at both of us with a hint of suspicion.

TO BE CONTINUED…