So, last night I'm unloading some groceries from the car, and my neighbor across the street comes over and says, "Hey." I turn around to see him looking disheveled, like he had just woken up. I said, "What's going on?" He responded, "I just woke up. What day is it?" Incredulously I thought it was odd because, one, that he wouldn't know what day it was, and two, that he would come outside and ask me rather than say, turning on the tv. Worse still, he then asked me "Is it morning or evening?"
I laughed once and said, "It's the evening, bro," in that tone that I reserve for people who I am clearly talking down to because of poor decisions. He shook his head in a nod, said, "thanks," and turned and went back to his house. How very odd.
The lesson we learn from this, boys and girls, is that methamphetamine will fark you up.