Where do I began with this? Well first off, I'm not a liar and I've also learned in the crazy journey of my life is that we TRULY only have our word, so make it a good one. Basically, I trust everyone until you give me reason not to, why lie?. So believe this or not, this is my truth on what happened to me one warm summer evening at the Pour Decisions Bar.
This story starts with me sitting on the patrons side of the bar a few years back having a toke of the devil's lettuce (marijuana which is 100% legal in Canada). I was in the middle of divorces and was single and mingling.
Before getting into the conversation that I had with the mask, you need to first understand how it became to live in the Pour Decisions bar. The mask was given to me by a friend I hung out with during that summer.
It belonged to her father that had passed away in a tragic accident. She wanted me to have it as my friend thought her father would have loved me as we had similar charismatic personalities and outlooks on life. At this point I had NO idea about anything the mask was about to tell me...
As I put my feet up on the bar, I looked up at the mask which is directly to the left of my bar sign and it started talking to me! Yes, TALKING TO ME! The conversation was short but I'll never forget it.
The mask started, "Ben, I want to help you out with finding women" , to which I then responded "I don't need the help, but thank you" (I did appreciate it, but wasn't really in the mood to deal with more relationships at this point lol).
The mask then continued to say maybe the creepiest, for the lack of a better term, thing I ever heard; "Ben, ask my daughter for my list". I responded "What list" and from that point on, the mask never answered me, nor did he ever talk to me again. (I'm getting real goosebumps writing this.. .seriously)
So naturally, the next morning I called "his daughter" and my friend. I told her about the story and she was FLABERGASTED to say the least... The biggest SHOCK was "the list". After a few minutes of finagling to get her to tell me what this "list" was (ok begging lol), she finally spilled the beans!
The list was a few sheets of papers that her father had written out over many years of his escapades with women... the list included her mom, and for that reason she refused to give it to me... (I still haven't even seen this list yet so if YOU are reading this, did you reconsider giving it to me ? 😄 )
I know how crazy this sounds, but it's my truth. Did my imagination make this all up? It's totally possible but you need to admit it's a pretty weird ass coincidence for me to ask about a "list" to a friend that I NEVER knew existed... Another explanation, you let me know!
