. . . but here in this trippy world, if you ever get the chance to talkto me for the first time, by illusion you'll probably think that I'mmabit of a weirdo or whatever--and a bit skittish and shy with you--butyou wouldn't think I'm the kinda weirdo that'd creep down your hallwayat night and scare the shit out of you. No way, José. No. I'd be more of the kinda weirdo that makes you uncomfortable with the shit I say. I'dgo around sprayin' random philosophical shit at inappropriate times when everyone is just tryna mind their own business and live a normal life.That'd be the weirdo I am. I'd also overthink and imagine things. You'll probably wanna know how I'm imagining the Biflocka psilocybin saving me and how it could save you, too, right now. It's a helluva drug.