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Originally Posted by norahstar
what was he like?
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He was a very strange old haitian with deep black skin. He never talked about himself, and, although I set and tripped and drank his potion he never gave me his name I just called him "old man" and he called me and my buddy "boy" (we were like 14).
He lived in a makeshiftshack alone in the marsh along the lagoon in Puerto Rico. It was filled with wierd junk and jars with dead aninmals and/or animal parts. Also lots of herbs, leaves, mushrooms, etc.
I met him the first time I ever tripped. He said he was waiting for me...
It was scary, but very cool. Eventually, He placed me in the tarot.
I saw him about 10 times, and then he disappeared, with all his junk, just before I moved from the island.