I guess it was just an encounter with a high man, but maybe it was something more.

I was at my last peak of interesting dilemmas , my last drag of Super King Menthol, when a body interrupted my horrid thoughts. “ life is a numb occurrence of feelings” he said “Oh?” He continued and his eyes were bloodshot. “ I think when we die we truly wake up and live, for in fact nothing is real, nothing is real, nothing is ever real. I’m not even here” He whispers to himself as he inhales his Benson And Hedges Classics. I never saw him again.