"The Tip of the Crystal"
Aclamar, The Algae Pusher
I was standing outside of Beverly's, a health food store I frequented,
when a man approached me. He introduced himself as Aclamar and asked
if I was interested in purchasing some super blue green algae. I
wasn't sure what he was talking about. Algae has always made me think
of sea sludge and biology classes. Why would someone want to sell it?
I thought that he might be joking, but he seemed to be serious. His
manner was reminiscent of that practiced by the drug connections I
used to have in Hollywood. I thought him rather bold to be pushing
outside of Beverly's, in broad daylight, but stranger things were
known to happen in Sedona.
"What's super blue green algae?" I asked. I looked over my shoulder,
fearing that I was going to be the victim of entrapment. He began to
tell me of an algae that grows naturally in a lake in Oregon. He said
that the algae had all the minerals and vitamins that someone needs.
He spoke of cancer and AIDS cures. His eyes were opened wide and he
didn't blink. He looked like the bald guys dressed in white sheets
that used to pawn off copies of the Baghavad-Gita in airports. He had
an excellent pitch. He didn't know it, but he had a career in
telemarketing if he grew bored with algae sales. I was interested in
trying out the magnificent elixir which he made out to sound like the
panacea to all of man's ills. I wanted a simple way to complete
health, and thought that maybe the algae was going to be it. He pulled
out two xeroxed sheets of information and gave them to me. He then
opened up a bag and pulled out two capsules. He carefully placed them
in my hand, along with his phone number, and insisted that I call him
to place my first order once I experienced "the unmistakable benefits
of this whole food." I returned to the house at about four in the
afternoon. I opened up the capsules and poured the contents into a
glass of water as I had been instructed. The color was striking and
the smell was reminiscent of high school football games. I drank the
potion quickly, fearing that it might taste foul, and then continued
with my work. That evening I was plagued with insomnia and I was still
awake at three in the morning. Since I hadn't had any coffee I could
only attribute this excess energy to the algae. I liked the idea of
feeling no fatigue, but the thought of paying seventy-five dollars for
a month's supply of pills seemed excessive. I decided to forget about
the blue green, as it was called by its users, until a time when money
would no longer be an issue.
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