I woke up drunk, as you do, on a weird Friday night.

Scuttled away, all in a corner with my things and rings and all that blings looking kind of ugly piled up over there in the corner but, ah, what can you do, in this modern age?

So, as I say, I was not quite as sober as I would like have been. Even so I washed up, water on the face, shower, bit of shave, and on to see just what these jackals were all about.....

Onto the train......girls look at me when I dress up, I mean they really look at me. You crazy girls! You are so cute!

Well, Gracias, no...

Stuff to think over, neh?

As I got closer to the Freemasons' Lodge I got a bit nervous. No joke! I really got nervous, knowing I could finally see everyting, all this weirdness exposed.

I climbed out of the subway station like a phantom from a tomb...people were passing me by like Oracles, nodding and such, and the Sun was shining so gay, and indeed in my fear did I roll a cigarette just to stay the grinding of the axe, so to speak.....

Well, of course I got through that cigarette, and of course I went into the Masonic Temple....

There was a tiny man (hahahahaahahha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ahahhahhaa!!!!!!!!! )
giving directions and tours throughout the building.

I have seen a building or two in my day, my fellow WritingForumiers, but I have NEVER seen a building like this. They had SEPARATE halls for the Corinthian, the Dorian, the Blah-Blahian.....my God....Each room had an organ, and of course they all had an altar, and the adorned chairs.

All very impressive, I must say.

In the end, I left there thinking I'd like to investigate their library....

Keep Your Hearts Up!