Wrinkled tried to awake at 9 in the morning.  His day glowed brighter
than yours.  His huge shiny black eyes attempted to focus as strange
smells wafted through the air and assaulted his chest.  A phalanx of
cigarettes, sweet, yesterday's dinner, and this ugly chemical-meat-
dirty-laundry-bathroom odor launched an attack.  Wrinkled had freely
consumed many multicolored substances last night.

Ugh!  When Wrinkled's eyes finally focused on his hands he recoiled.
Had he tried to claw his way out of a pile of ashes and lard?  His
hands smelled like stale breakfast -- Rice Chex enhanced with slices
of over-ripe bananas bathed in coffee poured instead of milk.

Wrinkled's brain came into focus and found itself surrounded by too
many things he had to do today.  His arms ached and he cringed as he
attempted to consider each of them.  Perhaps he wanted to find a
smokey bar, get very drunk, and listen to the mournful voices of
scruffy men while listening to ugly country music pour out of an
ancient jukebox.  Wrinkled didn't know what he wanted to do.  He
willed himself to want, and only found an urge to escape.  Did he
have any precious morphine?

He thought: morphine would be so, so very, oh God, oh so sweet and so
lovely!  Worries would be nowhere to be found, no mattery where he
searched.  But why would he search?  For Wrinkled, worry, negativity,
and everything else that is slightly unpleasant lost all meaning in
that glorious kingdom, which is so sweet, rare, and ancient.  He would
be transported by the refined opiate, as it attached itself to neural
receptors inside his head.

"Damn!" Wrinkled cursed to himself, "Damn me for ever taking that trip
to the far-away country where all people are wizardly-kings, where
even a speck of dust floating in a shaft of light from some
surrealistic sun is, in itself, some ancient and beautiful kingdom,
forgotten by all, but is once more discovered in all its golden glory
by some person who lies upon the floor, his body too happy to move,
paralyzed by such an exquisite bliss as has never been beheld before."

Wrinkled resolved to think obout other ways to achieve pleasure.
Today he would interact with other members of the human tribe.
Wrinkled secretely believed that he and a few others had been born
into a species that is itself more advanced and more aware than homo
sapiens, who currently have control of the Earth.  Wrinkled didn't
know what else to try to know, so he ventured out to explore his own
strange and limiteless world.