I was totally exhausted as I entered my apartment... But I noticed my cat had passed in front of me exactly twice in the same exact positions. Almost as if the scene was rewinded. I glanced at the mirror and realised I looked like Keanu Reeves and everything around me was shades of green. The green soon turned into a red and orange swirl all around me. Was this really happening, or was it all a dream?
Then It hit me. Keanu Reeves? Why couldn't I be someone with acting talent? It was a poignment moment; cats ... colors ... Keanu Reeves !?!?! ... and I vowed never to drop L.S.D. before performing brain surgery ever again . Oh sure , it's fun, and it helps me focus, but Hell, it's so draining as the effects just go on long after I need them ... and my buddy said it's probably not in my patients' best interests ,either.
So, back to the plot. Having dismissed the possibility of a wooden acting career and not having any acid in the apartment, what to do tonight?.....I know, I'll call my old mate and slightly endowed pulling partner Willie Fillum and go weaving in some bars. Never know, some lucky lady could be making my breakfast tomorrow.
So I picked up the phone to call Willie. It rang out five times before Willie in a panting voice said "hello"