Magic n’ Magic
Grabbing my bag of holding, I ventured out to the Treehouse, a far away apartment where my recently-returned friends resided. It was an arduous trek, involving buses spearing off to the great beyond.
After a long, accidentally detour-filled ride, I finally arrived at a cross street near the Treehouse. While traversing the rest of the way on foot, I spotted a near-windowless brick building off to the side. It had a sparse poster that read: Hank Lee’s Magic Factory.
Holy smokes and mirrors!
I just had to see!
After struggling momentarily to find the front entrance, I stepped inside to find a tiny room filled to the brim with curious oddities. There were a vast array of different playing cards behind a display case and a whole slew of strange objects. A man who I presumed to be Hank Lee greeted me. I imagined him to be olde man from the Prestige, knowledgable of the most intricate of tricks. Right on the spot, I planned to spent countless hours perusing the store and conversing with the ingenieur.
Over a feast of mortadella and pickle sandwiches, I shared my exciting discovery with the denizens of the Treehouse. I spoke excitedly about Magic the Hank Lee store while my friends, equally enthusiastic, spoke of Magic the Gathering. We made plans to acquaint ourselves with the purveyor of illusion-y goods as well as enter in the next Friday Night Magic tournament.
I can’t wait!
It’s funny – I started reading this blog because of the Sleep No More stuff and was shocked to see today’s drawing. That magic shop is literally around the corner from my house.
Haha. You live right near the Treehouse! XD
Perhaps you’ll see me scurrying down the street one of these days 😛