During what seemed like a normal day, sitting around punching cones at Davos, the bong came to me. My friend had packed me the biggest cone I’d ever seen in my life, but I knew I had to prove to myself and my friends that I was a man’s man. As I flicked the lighter and raised the flame towards my Mount Everest of a cone, the chants began to circle the air around me. “BongLord! BongLord! BongLord”. I felt like I’ve never felt before; the adrenaline rush was unreal. I start to get tingles at the back of my neck and chest as I rip the whole cone through. There is a moment of silence, and at this point, I wake up from blacking out to the sight of my friends cheering and screaming at the top of their lungs, all telling me that without hesitation, I’d finished the cone and sculled the bong water like I hadn’t had a drink in years. And that’s when I realised, I was put on this earth for a reason. I have the power, because I am The BongLord.