Ghost fragment: blurred visions He was surrounded, I recall. An enigmatic figure 1401x more awesome than I. I watched from the ridge, where he'd put me. He took them all one by one. "Skulling" he called it. They were godly, sent down as if from the heavens, but afterwards from hell. He paid that all no mind. They are his. As I watched him surrounded by 100 pints of crisp, cold beer that he poured down his mighty throat, I wondered if he would ever let me in the bar... 🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻