The Magic Cup

I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING Bob’s got a magic cup. When he drinks his green tea from it in the morning, for the rest of the day, he can hear people’s thoughts. If he doesn’t drink from it, then he gets splitting headaches that feel as if somebody’s driving a sledgehammer into his head. Seriously incapacitating. It’s a good thing he doesn’t own a gun, because he might just use it to end this pain. It’s as if the cup is demanding of him, “Drink from me, drink from me.” And then when Bob does drink from the cup: Ahh, sweet peace. Sweet Peace. What does it want, this magic cup? Maybe it’s the evil cup. Hearing other people’s thoughts, it’s incredibly cool, and it’s also incredibly terrible. People are horrible, the things they think. Learning to work with it, to dial it down and to hone it in, it’s as if the universe has given Bob Dawson an awesomely powerful tool, one that was a bit unwieldy at first, but now that he’s getting the hang of it, it’s a skill that he can probably use to change the world for the better, though first he’s going to Vegas. Imagine how well he’ll be able to do at the card table, being able to read people’s thoughts ... and as for dating, well, the phrase “unfair advantage” doesn’t even begin to apply. Join Bob Dawson as he ventures into the dark territory of other people’s minds, and his own mind, embarking on a journey from the stable shores of how he once viewed the world, and entering new territory from which he will emerge forever changed.