Our trip was deep. Frank and I turned into vegetables, listening to the megaman sound in the video game. In this trance, we entered a collective dream full of marijuana, where everyone looked like Snoopy Dogg. The only person who was different was Mr Weedy, who seemed to be running the situation, like the drug dealer chief, the godfather. Something happened when we woke up, as Frank disappeared and Mr Weedy appeared in his place. Since then, Mr Weedy lives with me and only gives me filthy advice. Although Frank never communicated again, I feel like he lives in Mr Weedy.