Reefer Madness

A few nights ago at 2am, I picked up Pedro from a casino off the strip. He plays keyboard in a local reggae band and had a decent amount of equipment for us to load up. He lives in a part of Vegas that I never knew existed, deep in the outer limits of the southwest part of the city. As we drove past this unfamiliar territory, it was if we'd entered a worm hole and somehow wound up in the suburbs of another part of the country. It felt very Twilight Zonish to me.

Pedro and I immediately hit it off and started talking about his past relationships. Mainly, his first and now former wife. He was "young and stupid" when he married her and things took a turn for the worse when they started smoking pot together. When she smoked, she was a different person and acted like a twelve-year old. This strange behavior continued even after she stopped smoking and wasn't high any more. It was as if someone else had taken over her body like in the film, "Invasion of the Body Snatchers." Eventually, he couldn't take it any more and divorced her.

We spoke about lots of interesting subjects on the thirty minute drive including the theory that we're living in a computer simulation that "someone" designed a long time ago. I said, "Hey, if that's the case, then I wanna know how to change the program. If we can't do that, then knowing we're in a simulation is useless." We both agreed, thanked each other for the great conversation and went our separate ways.


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