There's been a bee hive of activity and talk.
About the events that occurred the night before.
The police came to investigate.
It appears they don't believe them,
the patrons.
"Unbelievable," the story they told.
Long has humanity refused to acknowledge they are not supreme.
They die, they wither, grow old.
They lack control.
Over themselves.
Over the much needed elements of nature upon which their lives depend.
They've foolishly convinced themselves they stand above all else.
Tell an ant the world is round and goes round and he laughs at you round and round.
In his world he is supreme.
Nothing else exists but the things he's seen.
Same goes for humanity.
So why would the police believe.
Later that evening I stopped by the bar.
Naturally, an empty house.
Not a single patron inside or out.
I did find the owner in a back room drinking.
He was startled until I calmed him.
And joined in for a drink.
"Sit.
I mean you no harm.
Night after night, for better part of a year I've been coming here.
Have not harmed you or your patrons.
So hold your fear.''
He wanted to know what I am.
Oh, dear.
"A friend.''
He said I had ruined him.
That no one would return to his bar, after the events.
"Sell it to me, friend."
I have plans for it.
And placed on the table a diamond the size of my fist.
As it turned out, he owned the entire building.
I always wondered why the bar was allowed to be 24/7 opened.
And at this point, upon the table I placed a second diamond.
Combined the diamonds can purchase all of Miami.
But I care not for the rest of the city.
Only that area.
Only that property.
I had one condition for him.
I told him to take the excess I had granted him and do good deeds wherever and whenever he can.
And so it went, with 2 diamonds and the meeting of one firm and one shaking hand a deal was struck
and a bar was under new management.
