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Uh-Oh It's Magick

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from Love You Divine

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Morgan stared at the huge man who had to be almost six feet five and had a long black ponytail that ran down his back. In his ear, he had a diamond earring as big as the tip of Morgan’s pinky finger. The grin the large man was the friendliest he had ever seen on a man so large.

“Okay, I’m dreaming. I am downstairs on the couch dreaming.” Morgan muttered to himself, backing away slowly from the massive man.

“You are so not dreaming dude. You’re in the attic of Mr. Emerson’s old house and you’re talking to me.” The big man grinned.

“Where the hell did you come from? And who are you!” Morgan asked. The guy seemed friendly but he would defend himself if necessary. He looked at the huge framed man and gulped. The best he could anyway.

“No need to fear me man. I’m your friend. Actually, you are my master now from the time you rubbed the bottle. I am Samson and I am Djinn.” He bowed low and when he looked up Morgan saw the smile and merry gleam in his eyes.

“You are who and what?” Morgan said trying to comprehend what he was seeing and hearing.

“Okay, I’ll say this again slowly. I’m Samson and for you, the mortal, I am a genie.”

“Oh,” was all Morgan managed to say.

“Yeah that’s righteous isn’t it?” Samson replied. He looked around and stretched before looking back to Morgan who still stood there gaping, speechless. “So….You got any beer?”
Morgan sat across from his kitchen table staring at the man slash genie reclining across from him drinking his Michelob amber beer.

Samson tipped his head back, drank the entire bottle of the cold brew and leaned back. “Ahhhhh, that hits the spot. I haven’t had a beer in a few years. This one is new. Last one I had was a Bud but this is much better.”

Morgan sat across from him open mouthed. What does one say to a genie? Maybe I am still dreaming?

“Nope, you are not dreaming. I am really here and you are my master. Can I have another of these bad boys?’

“Can you read minds too?” Morgan asked in a sarcastic tone, never the less he got up and went to the fridge to pull out another beer. Thinking to how Samson drunk the whole thing in one swig he decided to bring out the whole case of twelve bottles. “Here,” he said and slammed the box on the wooden table.

“Thanks dude, and no I don’t read minds. It’s written all over your face, Morgan.”

“You know my name?”

“Yup, been listening in since you moved in, I may live in a bottle but I can still sense the world around me. I’d live in one of these bottles if they let me.” Samson looked at the beer bottle with approval.

“So, if you are a genie, how come you can’t make your own beer appear at will?”

“Righteous question. My magic is to serve you. I can’t make anything appear for myself.”

“If I am going to believe this, which I am seriously doubting my mental state at this point, when is the last time you were out of your bottle?” Morgan figured he could play along with his brain’s hallucinations.

“Um, this is 2007 right? Yeah I hear your television man. Seriously loud, but I can hear the games, so thanks dude. I’d say I was last out in nineteen seventy four.” Samson tipped his chair back and put his large feet on the table.

“Thirty three years. So that is the reason why you are dressed like a hippie and talk like you’re on a permanent acid trip.”

Samson looked down at his clothes “Seriously! I’m going to have to hit the tube to see what the cool cats are wearing now.”

Morgan shook his head. He was beginning to enjoy this a little too much. A conversation with a genie in his kitchen was not an everyday thing. “So you’re going to grant me wishes and all that?”

“Sure. I will up to a point and as long as it is good for you and it does not change the cosmic balance, yada yada blah blah blah. I have final discretion on all wishes.”
Morgan shook his head. “Okay. If I am the master and you are the genie, why do you get to pick and choose what I can ask for?”

Samson leaned forward and let his booted feet hit the floor. “Trust me, it’s for your own good, dude.” He took beer number three from the case and twisted the cap off. He took along swig. “Go ahead. Ask me to grant you a wish.”

Morgan decided to take the weird genie up on this offer. “All right, I think I will. Unpack the rest of my stuff and clean up the attic so I can use it for my work.”

“One music room and unpacked house coming up.” At Morgan’s questioning look Samson answered. “Yeah man, I know you play and write music. Remember, I have been listening in. There. All done. Go see for yourself."