When Frankie drew a picture of a little red

When Frankie drew a picture of a little red train, and said when he grew up, he wanted to be an engineer who drove trains backwards, his mother smiled but inwardly rolled her eyes

and whispered under her breath, "train engineers are so creepy." She said to her son, "Frankie, why don't you draw a picture of a man building a hospital? That would make mommy

a fortune on the black market." Frankie sighed and did as he was told, taking out a new sheet of parchment paper and his favorite red, blue and burnt-sienna crayons, then began to

scribble furiously. Frankie's crayons danced across the parchment with exquisite choreography, filling the scroll with a passionate whirlwind of reds and blues.

The blue and red form a sunset purple, appealing to the eye of Frankie. The colors across the paper move and come alive, as Frankie's drugs kick into action.

Frankie's drugs appear to his 13th eye as popinjays on parade in the Punjab Punani Puce Pavillion pteeming with pterns, ptzars, and other pittance products. "Red & blue pills", he

chortled at the over-used meme and oft misunderstood Matrix quote that apparently never existed. "Right," Frankie thought. "So explain the collective unconscious memory of red&blue

Then Frankie remembers what that asshole told him that time when he was "looking for something" in the porta-potty, "The way out is now the way In." "Far Out", Frankie had answered

. The asshole belched his fart like breath at me, surprised that I was going that Far Out but nodded that, "yes, the further you go Out the further you need to go Far In. Epiphany.