Why does my life feel like a Philip K. Dick novel?

Apparently while I was away two of my neighbors stopped by my apartment to give me weed. (They both came by the store to tell me this last night.)

Keep in mind, I am not a friendly person. I actually go out of my way to avoid talking to these people. And yet they shower me with free drugs every chance they get. That’s fucking weird, man.

Mind you, I’m not complaining — though it is a shame I missed them, as I’m far too sober at the moment.

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One thought on “Why does my life feel like a Philip K. Dick novel?

  1. Our neighbor across the street sometimes gives us free pheasants, but your neighbors sound much, uh, more interesting.

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