Gåtan i Tingstad

Tingstadhästen var ett enigmatiskt riddjur. Han sade inte så mycket, och det han sade föreföll just då gåtfullt. Långt senare skulle jag förstå exakt vad han menade.

”What made you drop out of Harvard, Bob?”
”Well, a lot of people think it was all those bad acid trips I took, but it was really when I played that Black Sabbath record in 78- speed, man!”
”What happened, Bob?”
”I saw god!!!”
”You saw god! Well, how about that?! I see here that you’ve got a BA, PhD, MD and a PMS. What have you been doing with all that knowledge, Bob?”
”Making candles, man!”
”Well, that sounds creative. What kind of candles are those, Bob?”
”Oh, they’re really neat table candles, man. You just pour some wax on the table and set it on fire!”
”Well, that sure seems like a hot item, Bob! Anyway, let’s get on with the show. You start out with a stash of 50 k’s. How much of that do you want to wager, Bob?”
”All of it!!!”

Och så gick Tingstadhästen all in och förklarade för mig varför jag aldrig skall få se guds ansikte.