There are two best friends I know who seem to do everything in perfect synchronization. I recently went over to their house to drop acid and watch Scarface. A quarter of the way through the movie, the smaller, less assertive of the two said he wanted to be more like Tony Montana. He’s a jackfruit wholesaler who can’t be in the sun for more than thirty minutes. We chuckled and kept watching. Deeper into the movie I felt a strong rumble stirring from beneath my feet. I asked them if they felt or heard the shaking, but they said they didn’t. One of them said it could be the train passing. Still, it kept happening. I decided not to continue inquiring about it since it was probably just the schizophrenia settling into my system once and for all. I was comfortable accepting that diagnosis at the time. I continued to try and ignore it but it just didn’t stop, it only got stronger and more persistent. It was practically shaking the whole apartment. The plant next to me vibrated on my forearm. My feet tickled from the movement below. I had to ask again. “Do you guys really not feel that?” They looked concerned so I had them stop the movie. Suddenly, the bigger, more assertive roommate said, “oh, yeah, I think I know what you’re talking about. You’re probably hearing the bass from our neighbor downstairs, they sometimes play their music too loud.” I found no relief in that answer. Yes, after paying closer attention to the rumbling I realized it was coming from speakers downstairs, however, I wondered what took them so long to pinpoint what I was talking about. Like I said, it was both audibly and physically apparent that something was shaking the entire apartment. How did they not know what I was talking about as soon as I called it out? Once Tony Montana killed his old boss, I thought it was time for me to take a walk. As I went downstairs, I saw a woman wearing black wings with a black biker jacket and camo pants. She was leaning on the wall downing a bottle of Pepe Lopez tequila. I mean, absolutely guzzling this pint of liquor. When I got to the bottom of the stairs she asked me why I had opened my big, fat mouth. I asked her what she meant by that. She said, “those two boys up there are my guardian project. I’m their Angel and your little questions are coming in the way of my miracle.” I replied, “how so?” She said it was none of my business, but that by the time she was done with them they would be no different than Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel. “What does the music have to do with it? Why couldn’t I ask them about it?” She just gazed into my eyes deeply, as if she was taking something from me that I barely had enough of. “You ask a lot of questions for someone who also hears the music.” I asked, “does not everyone hear the music?” “Does not everyone hear the music?" She mocked my mannerisms and tone. "No, not everyone hears it. The music is only heard by those who are ready to hear it.” “And who is ready to hear it?” She lowered her head, let out a sigh and broke the bottle of tequila on the corner of the cement wall. She then took a bite out of the shattered end. Her mouth was leaking blood yet she smiled. It made me realize how beautiful she was. I desperately wanted to have her. She looked at me with violence in her eyes and said, “you fucking, fuck. You hear the music and all you can do is ask stupid, little questions? Those two boys up there will carry out my divine plan even if you've tainted it.” She leaned in, grabbed me by my belt, and whispered into my ear. “Maybe you’ll be next, I know you’ll be needing a home soon. I’ll be there when nobody takes you in. I’ll make something out of you.” I told her that there wasn’t much left of me. She just opened the door to her apartment revealing two monster-sized amps and hundreds of stuffed animals. She walked inside her apartment, turned to me, and said, “that’s not for you to say.” When I returned to the apartment with the two best friends I realized that the Angel’s divine plan had been carried out while I was gone. It was horrifying and sublime. Nothing like she said it would be like. I took it all in then looked back at the screen still playing Scarface. It was showing my favorite scene of the movie.