[ WP ] a stoner wakes up and discovered that when he was high he wrote the theory of time travel , and it turned out to be right .

I expected to be awakened by the noise of the cars, or my alarm. No. Not cars. Not alarm. I fell out of bed. 
 
,,Weird.'' 
 
 I say as I barely get up because of the headache and head towards the bathroom. I wash my face, brush my teeth and put on some clothes. It's Saturday, so I just lay on the couch and turn on the TV. 
 
 I still ca n't get rid of the headache, even if I took 3 painkillers and 2 paracetamols. I look under the coffee table to get some *green*. The bag was empty though. 
 
,,I smoked it all in one night? Daaaamn.....'' 
 
 I had about 5 joints in there. Until this very day, I do n't know what happened to the *green*. 
 
,,Whatever. I can wait until Cuckoo's next drop....next week......'' 
 
 I went to my study and check the desk. I did n't find it, but I think I found out what happened last night. 
 
 Papers over papers over papers. In the drawers, more papers. I checked them to see what was everything about. Some crazy theories. √T/αT x V = T x 10^34. Ca n't be mine. I ca n't even physics. I ca n't even math. I can only *green*. 
 
 Still, it was my writing. About 200 or so files filled with equations and diagrams. 
 
,,So.... my stoned alternate self is some sort of genius? Yeah right....'' 
 
 Someone knocks at the door. I open, and a G Man greets me. 
 
,,Mr. Thompson? I have some questions for you'' as he puts on his jet black glasses and gives me a big, evil grin. 
 
,,Um...... yeah...... yeah that's me. What about?'' 
 
,,You have....something of ours. Time Travel. Ring any bells?'' 
 
 I just stand there, thinking what the fuck did I just got myself into. I show him the study. He takes the papers, comes to me and says: 
 
,,Perfect. Amazing what a.....a stoned loser can accomplish. We will keep in touch.....Wyatt.'' 
 
 He leaves, and I am left confused. Who was he? I go back to my study, and stumble upon a camera. I check the photos and I am just blown away. 
 
,,CUCKOO?!!?!'' 
 
 That's the dude I got high with. The dude that sells me weed. I got myself neck deep in shit. I will never, ever smoke weed again. 
 
 
 
 

