yesterday was the company all-(jazz)-hands at the paramount theater. it was fine. we’re making money. whee. at noon, when the meeting was over, i got on the bus to go back to work with our new intern. we sat on the always quiet electric bus, in seats near these two hippie kids who were fully tripping balls. how do i know they were tripping balls? they told me:

ball tripper [looking me in the eye]: MUSHROOMS!
jay p.: uh-huh.
bt: I LOVE WEED!
jp: word up.
bt: ACID! actually, wait. you should eat ’shrooms!
jp: sure b, whatever.
bt: 4:20!
jp: actually, it’s closer to 12:10.
bt [laughing]: haha! i LOVE this guy! can i give you a hug?
jp: fuck no.

at this point, the ball trippers came to their stop and got off the articulating bus, went outside and played with the bus’s soft, articulating middle. not surprisingly, it sounded like a stick being dragged along an impossibly-supple picket fence.

i went to work and decided that they were definitely having a better day than i was.

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