[ WP ] What if after you die , you wake up with a bong in your hand and your alien friend asks `` How was it ? `` .

`` I'm really fucking over it dude'' 
 He let the thoughts knock around his insides for a few more seconds, gathering up just enough of something before speaking again: 
 `` I think I'm gon na quit flarping...'' 
 Xerthon the Destroyer slowed his cruise to a crawl, leaning just enough to see FlrG through his side port. 
 `` there just never seems to be a point'' 
 
 `` The point is to trip out dude... that's all on you. I'm tired of hearing this all the time'' 
 
 That response did nothing to calm FlrGs nerves. 
 Coming out of a MarJan trip was always a bit like riding the bus. The variation and endless variables and character contained in such a bland looking vehicle were unsettling at best, a change of state really not suited for everyone, let alone anyone attempting to'get ahead' as they warned in school. FlrG felt as if the air was escaping his joints as he slowly eased into the kneeling position. 
 `` This time is different man... I have a plan. Soljaedi has a friend who's looking for roundsleepers, and I've been looking at a lot of different roots. Shrank told me he knows a feldon who runs a pretty big ship bay, and apparently it's going to be rocky for a good while in a few weeks...'' 
 Xerthon's golls flapped in an unflattering asymmetry as he shook his head, not bothering to attempt contact with FlrG. 
 `` Sounds like a bunch of what ifs to me. Pass that man.'' 
 FlrG handed the piece to Xerthon and he measured out another moke. 
 `` -- why do you do it?'' 
 `` Really...'' 
 `` Come on dude... think about it there's no point. Why do you do it?'' 
 `` What else is there to do?'' 
 `` Anything! Anything...'' 
 Xerthon looked up at FlrG, brought the lighter to life then looked down, let the flame die. 
 They were silent for a short while, as Xerthon laid back and switched the cab lights off. 
 `` Yeah I tried that. for a while... did n't really find anything I liked, I'm in no rush. This-'' he motioned at the glass cradled between FlrGs feet `` is n't just some other galaxy or system FlrG.'' 
 a boil popped on Xerthons mounded head. 
 `` I do n't mind the day to day, I just enjoy tripping out. Think of it as a game or something. I'm playing soccer in this bitch... or something... I do n't know man. I just wan na enjoy this'' 
 
 FlrG persisted, `` I do n't know... just saying- I think I can do better'' 
 
 `` Better does n't mean shit to me'' 
 
 `` Why not! Dude I'm sick of just sitting and tripping out. Give me any reason not dip. I've got a job interview waiting for me. I saw Soljaedi today and she walked over and talked to me. SHE walked over dude.'' 
 Xerthon tapped his mound for a moment. The expression on his face wavered and he looked up; the colors in his eyes were still fleeting, darting to the nonexistent corners of the deep black rounded voids, sunk low into his head. 
 `` If that sounds better to you man, go for it. I just saw more than we've seen, combined countless words together, created thousands of characters and feelings with my brain. I experienced all that. Was there for it, perceived it. What's the difference man. We've all had people walk over to us, we've all had these opportunities.'' 
 The telling smile materialized on Xerthon's otherwise expressionless face. 
 `` I'll tell you what man. Go for it, see what it's like. I'll tell you how mine is too.'' 
 Xerthon reached into the bag of MarJan, and pulled out a small nuglit. `` You be a married man, I will to. You start a business, I'll end one. Find me a difference, maybe then I'll try to tell you more'why'. It's fun dude.'' 
 `` Whatever man. I'll see you tomorrow.'' 
 FlrG stepped out onto the asphalt, and looked to his left and right. His parents were both working til six, more than enough time to blow his high. Xerthon pulled up and floated away. 
 Xerthon sat in the cab, turned up the music and enjoyed the feeling. Ten minutes later he woke up from an apparent nap, the ship gracefully floating down onto his pad on the top of his house. Hopefully, he thought, his mother and father would still be out on the strip. He jogged leisurely down two flights of stairs, calling from the top of each for his mother. Sure enough they were absent, he continued to the cabinet next to his parents bed and grabbed a bottle, and thought out an amount average enough to not be too obvious.
