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Alex has a secret.  Sometimes he has a special power.  He can use his eyes in a certain way and the girl he wants to fuck just slides toward him.  The power gives Alex just the right words to say, and the golden rays shine out of his eyes.  The power, when he has it, can illuminate the girl’s aura.  It makes her glow and vibrate in a rainbow halo. 

            The problem with the power is that Alex can’t control it.  He’s been working on this for a few years now.  He knows that beer dulls the power but weed enhances it.  He figures that’s why the Rastafarians use ganja as a religious rite.  They must have a link to the same power.  He’s read a lot about the Rastas, trying to suss out more but the answers he wanted weren’t there.

            The power affects his speech and his eyes.  When he has it, he can be so incredibly deep and eloquent that he astounds himself.  Alex knows he’s intelligent.  When he has the power, he’s brilliant.  Like the time he was explaining the five levels of his dreams to Lisa and her friend Sandra.  The way they looked at him, with such wide-eyed awe.  He knocked their socks off.

            Alex can feel the power when it comes on.  It’s like a warm humming in his root chakra.  At first he thought it was the kundalini energy awakening.  He researched kundalini and decided that this power wasn’t the vital energy the Indian sages talked about.  It was something different.  Alex’s current theory is that he’s an Indigo child, part of a new, more evolved race on Earth.