Right then and right there ... I said to myself: "If ever there came a time during one of these hallucination style trances where I wasn't aware that it was happening during the event -- being able to be fully within it and yet outside of it looking in at the exact same time -- if ever that day came, then that would be the day that I would be in big big trouble."
Luckily for me, that day was NOT *that* day.
I was still in control.
Mostly.
I knew that Papa Kalfu was using his mind tricks to track me as I fled southern Florida, and although I couldn't chase him completely from my brain, I could resist.
I knew that the visions of the zombie triumvirate of Stanley, Rodney and Albert were apparitions. Regardless of how real they appeared to be to me in that moment, I knew that they could not actually lay their zombie hands on me.
"Zombies," I muttered to myself, shaking my head.
I couldn't believe that *this* was my new life.
I never would have predicted that the first thing I'd be doing after my college graduation that I'd be facing down a voodoo high priest and his creations.
I decided to try to break the trance with a Biblical utterance.
"Get thee behind me zombies!" I yelled, startled somewhat by the echo in the rest stop restroom.
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