Purple Haze

Sometimes you just need to layback and smoke a little purple haze. Turn on some music and drift off to neverland. Oh wait. No not neverland. Hold on. Shit. Shit. Great, now I'm stuck in neverland and Michael Jackson is probably just around the corner to molest me. Oh, thank god. I just remembered I'm a 30 year old man. He only likes pre-pubescent boys! Whew.