I am not only a magician, but also a high priest, a wizard, sublime harlequin, a charlotte, a sort of wonderworker who sets up his pitch on any street corner or marketplace and also a shameless dealer in hanky panky and sidearm snookery!
I remember what a terrible thing to lay on a person trippin on acid. Oh my god there's someone at the door... King Solomon
"Hello King.", I sez
"What up Plusultra", He sez
"It is 2012", I sez
"What am I doing here?, he sez
Madness, it made no sense at all. I desperately needed the facts. Why was King Solomon visiting me now. Especially with the apocalypse looming. Was it the grimoires I had been reading?