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This is the story of how a person got from point A to point Z.

Some call it fate.

Others, chance.

But whatever you call it, it sure is an interesting thing to ponder, don't you think?

The twisted paths our lives follow.

How did you get here?

The place where you are right now at this very moment?

What series of events brought you to this place?

At this specific point in time?

Where are you in life?

Are things turning out the way you had planned?

And by the way, when was the last time you spoke with your parents?

Don't you think you ought to give them a call?

To thank them for the set of circumstances that brought them together.

At a certain place.

At a certain moment in time.

When you were created.

Uh...

What were we talking about?

How you got here.

Yeah...

Jesus Christ, I can't believe I'm still so...

Uh...

Stoned?

Yeah.

A glass of orange juice sure would hit the spot about now, wouldn't it?

And some Tostitos.

That's it!

Oh, man!

That's exactly what I'm thinking!

OJ and Tostitos!

Jesus, it's like you're reading my thoughts or something.

I am.

So go on.

What am I thinking about now?

Well, there are many thoughts racing through your head.

The first concerns the orange juice and Tostitos.

Yeah...

And the second... the second thought of how it vexes you.

Uh-huh.

What is it?

It is this.

Why are you having a conversation with Roscoe Lee Brown?

Roscoe Lee?

Holy shit!

You're famous!

Yes, I am.

I can't fucking believe I'm having a conversation with Roscoe Lee Brown!

Okay, ready for number three?

You bet I am, Roscoe!

Your third thought is simply this.

How in the hell did I end up on a Ferris wheel?

How in the hell did I end up on a Ferris wheel?

How did you know that?

Because, you fucking pothead, you're talking to yourself.

Ah!

Shit.

How the hell did I get here?

Shit.

How the hell did I get here?

I guess maybe it was a little early in the morning to be getting stoned.

But whatever, you know.

It's not like I just sit around collecting checks from my parents or something.

I did that regional soda ad a while back.

Dr. Bjorn's famous old-fashioned root beer.

Maybe you saw it?

Anyhow, between that and unemployment, I get by.

Blah, blah, blah.

All I know is this game is so fucking cool.

When you're high.

They say the true pothead stops getting the munchies after a certain point.

I mean, the true pothead wouldn't even say the word munchies.

I don't know what the true pothead would say.

Munchos or hungries or something.

At any rate, I still love to eat when I'm high.

So fuck you if you're too cool to get hungry when you're stoned.

My free one-year supply of Dr. Bjorn's.

Neat, huh?

In the six months I've lived with my roommate, Steve, I've never seen him get high.

Not once.

He even kind of looks down on me for doing it.

God, you are so pathetic.

Huh?

Here's the deal with Steve.

He scares me.

Oh, hi, Steve.

See what I mean?

Steve's one of those dress-and-costume-and-wait-in-line-for-Star-Wars types.

But angry.

Really antisocial.

I've always tried to stay on Steve's good side.

I mean, who knows what can happen with a weirdo like that.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I know he made that sign telling me not to, but I had a counterplan.

A really good counterplan.

I would bake Steve some more cupcakes.

Some even better cupcakes.

And then, I recognized the true nature of the cupcakes I had consumed.

Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck.

So, listen up, Jane.

I really busted my ass getting you this audition, so please, please, please,

don't fuck it up.

I mean, it seems like you don't even give a shit about any of this.

Do you?

Do you even give a shit?

I give a shit.

Plan.

I need a plan.

I need a plan.

My plan.

Number one, buy more pot.

You know, so I can make more cupcakes for Steve.

Number two, use the money Steve left for the power bill to purchase said pot.

That way I can bake some fresh cupcakes before he gets back.

Then I'll go to my audition.

I mean, number three, go to my audition.

I've never been to an audition this stoned before.

But I'd be willing to wager that I'd be damned good,

because I'll be even more in touch with my creative self.

That's not really part of the plan.

Scratch that.

Four, hit the cash machine, zip on over to pay that power bill, pick up cupcake

supplies at the store, and head on back to home base to bake them up.

Not bad... for a person who happens to be quite stoned.

You're baked.

No.

What makes you think that?

Just, you know, the usual.

Actually, you better make it a full ounce.

I'm gonna be making some cupcakes.

You got it.

What's going on over there?

Who's there?

Is someone in my apartment?

Man, you really are stoned.

Number one, buy more pot.

You're like 40 short.

Can I just... you know...

God damn it, Jane, this is the last time.

You have to pay me back today.

No problemo.

I'm marking it down... in the book.

Just gotta hit the cash machine, my man.

It's all about capitalism and shit like that, you know?

Who creates the jobs, where do they come from?

The profits I make, for example, trickle down

through the economy in ways I can't even comprehend.

Makes sense.

I'm totally vibing you, dude.

Yeah, it's simple Reaganomics applied to the production of hemp.

Well...

I don't think that really qualifies as Reaganomics, but...

What are you talking about?

Just because weed isn't taxed doesn't mean it exists in some sort of... you know...

laissez faire paradigm or whatever.

Did you just use paradigm in a sentence?

Yeah, man.

I mean, what you do is great and all, God bless you for it, but it sounds like

plain old market capitalism to me.

It's Reaganomics, trust me.

What about it is Reaganomics?

Reaganomics.

The black market isn't taxed.

Listen, Jane, you're fucking stoned and I happen to be very knowledgeable about this.

Whoopee!

You own a UV lamp, let's start the revolution!

What the fuck do you know about economics anyway?

Well... I majored in economics in college and graduated fucking summa.

I think I know a thing or two about it.

I thought you were an actress.

Economics didn't really work out.

This is where I'll be later.

I mean, we're there with the money at 3 o 'clock.

Yeah.

Okay.

What is this?

I've never even heard of half of these movies.

Oh... actually, my roommate's hosting this.

Science fiction nerd convention this weekend with,

like, his buddies flying in from Toledo and shit.

Hey!

3 o'clock!

Meet me in Venice with the money at 3.

Do not make me send my associates over here to collect the hard way.

You mean, like, kill me?

No, Jesus, of course not.

So you'll probably just break my arms then?

Break your arms?

Jane, what the fuck?

I'm a dude who sells weed.

I'm not Tony fucking Soprano.

Well, what then?

I don't know.

Take your furniture.

Something like that.

So, Jane...

What's the deal with your roommate?

Steve?

What about him?

He gives me the creeps.

Like, I think he might be one of those skullbuckers.

You know what I'm saying?

I met that dude.

Bucks.

Skulls.

Like with candles and shit.

Oh my god!

You're right!

He's a fucking freak!

So listen...

It would be a shame if you didn't pay me back today, and in addition to taking your

furniture, I had to tell your roommate how you spend the cash for the power bill.

Welcome back!

A little pause... and we are back.

Jake?

Hey!

Is this...

Who is this?

It's Kyle.

Oh, hey, baby.

What's up?

You asked me to call you to remind you to go to that audition?

Are you stoned?

Stoned?

It's fucking 10.45 in the morning.

I don't understand.

You're speaking in riddles.

Kyle, you need to listen.

Listen very carefully to what I'm saying.

And stop trying to confuse the issue.

What?

Wait, Kyle!

I can't hear you!

I have to... Shut up!

Oh, shit.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I'm a parent.

I really shouldn't.

The government weed.

I was saving the government weed for a special occasion.

But the government weed will fetch a fair price on the open market.

A very fair price.

Maybe just enough to bail me out of this jam.

Number three, go to my audition.

That was intense.

Getting on?

I've never ridden the bus in L.A.

before.

This is gonna be fun.

Yeah.

You're in for a real treat.

Yeah.

You're in for a real treat.

Hey!

You squashed Bobby's car.

He just spent the last three weeks putting that together.

Hey, right on.

Look at you done.

I saw her.

She just fell right over.

She didn't even try to stay up.

Hey, 135.

Okay, hold on.

Get up.

I'm trying.

You had something wrong with her.

There is nothing wrong with me, lady.

What was it doing on the floor anyway?

It wasn't on the floor, you fucking pothead.

You knocked it out of his hands.

I saw it.

Well, I'm sorry.

He just keeps saying sorry, but that's not

really gonna bring his car back now, is it?

I think she's on drugs.

He built that for his grandfather, who is in

the hospital right now recovering from a stroke.

Hey, lady!

135!

I'm getting it!

Hey!

Hey!

That

was a close one.

Come on, Frank.

You know I love surprises.

That's a fact.

I'm always willing to make exceptions.

What a piece of shit.

Come on, Frank.

You know I love surprises.

That's a fact.

I'm always willing to make exceptions.

I'm always willing to make exceptions.

I'm always willing to make exceptions.

Make exceptions.

Four.

Hit the cash machine.

Who's

in this account?

Oh no!

Brian Keating Furniture.

Something like that.

No!

Not my bed!

Not my sweet beloved bed!

You forgot to sign in.

Come on, Frank.

You know I love surprises.

Have a seat.

Hi.

Do you have any gum?

Um...

I, uh...

Wait.

Holy shit!

Where did this come from?

Do you want some?

No, thank you.

No, no, no.

Seriously?

I could really use the cash.

I know.

I know.

Two hundred bucks.

I really don't want any.

No.

I don't want any.

I'm really stoned.

Sorry.

Jane, Jane.

Jane, Jane.

Yes!

Yes!

Here!

Are you ready?

You betcha!

Hello.

Hi!

I'm Jane.

It's nice to meet you.

I, um... heard a lot about you.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

Are you all right?

I'm fantastic.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Great.

Hey, one second.

What?

Huh?

What, did you just say something?

Who, me?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize I had spoken.

Are you ready?

I sure am.

Are you ready?

I sure am.

Okay.

Come on, Frank.

You know I love surprises.

All right, I'm gonna stop you right there.

I want you to do it again, but this time, pull it way back.

Okay, sure, sure.

You got it.

Come on, Frank.

You know I love surprises.

What are you doing?

I'm pulling it back.

Not that much.

Can't you find some...

middle ground?

You better believe I can find a middle ground.

Middle ground is my middle name.

Thank you.

So how'd I do?

You did some very interesting work.

Really?

Yes!

Thanks.

You have a wonderful day.

Hey, let me ask you something.

Do you want to buy some pot?

Are you trying to sell me drugs?

Young lady, have a seat outside!

Hey, you don't have to yell.

Sit!

Here?

In the waiting area!

I'm getting here!

Guys,

I was just kidding.

She tried to sell you what?

I'm taking a shit!

Hold on, I'm shitting!

I'm just taking a shit!

Still shitting!

Nothing to worry about!

I'm just taking a big old dump!

That's it!

All done!

I'm finished!

Ha!

You got nothing on me!

Not a zilcho!

Go ahead and face me!

Give me your best shot!

Hey!

Hey!

Hello there, smiley!

Hi, Jane!

Meet me in minute six-three.

You better get going.

I'm way ahead of you, smiley.

Way ahead of you.

Shelly!

This is Shelly.

Hey, Shelly, guess who?

So, listen, I'm looking for a ride out to Venice for this hemp festival thing.

And sounds cool, right?

Anyway, I thought you might dig it, but I guess you're not there.

Um...

Jesus, Shelly, I'm so fucking stoned, you wouldn't believe it.

Call me.

Uh... Who is this again?

Mrs. Green?

Yes?

It's Jane!

Jane!

I studied clarinet with you?

Brevin Erickson... Oh, boy.

Shall we say a few words about Brevin Erickson?

Shall we say a few words about Brevin Erickson?

In love.

For Brevin Erickson is completely, 100% head over heels in love.

Perhaps it's difficult for you to comprehend how anybody could be so

passionately inclined toward someone like this.

But do not judge her too harshly.

After all, how is she to know they were pot cupcakes?

And ask yourselves.

Who amongst you might not have done the same?

Who are we to judge what beats in a young man's heart?

Do you want lightning strikes thrice?

Yeah.

Do you want super secret agents?

I already have.

Exactly.

Dude, your... ...remain is...

...kinda hot.

You're kidding, right?

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I thought you

had a boyfriend.

I think we're kind of taking a break right now.

What's that got to do with anything?

I mean, I'm talking about something bigger than our petty, you know, yearnings.

Of course.

So are we doing this or what?

Come on, man, it's going to be fucking transformative.

It sounds great, I just... What?

I, uh...

So, you are sure you want to come to the dance with me?

Absolutely, man, absolutely.

No, I mean, you know, let me just drop you off at a coffee shop or something.

No, not necessary, my good man.

I'm really looking forward to it.

So last week, they worked on my left side,

and today they're going to finish on my right.

I tell you, Jane, they really get in there deep with the scraping.

Deep scraping, huh?

Yeah.

That sounds fucking awesome.

Maybe I should get one.

Huh.

Well, I think you need an appointment.

Oh, yeah.

An appointment.

Yep.

That's pretty funny, I guess.

I don't even know what I'm laughing at.

So, like, how much do you think you'd need?

I don't know, like, five...

Dollars?

Yeah, I need to borrow five dollars.

Well, what then?

Like, five hundred dollars?

Yeah.

That should do it.

Really?

Hey, if you can't, it's no biggie.

No, I could swing that.

Really?

I mean, you're going to pay me back, right?

Absolutely.

Of course.

Okay, well, I'm going to the glove box and get it for me.

I may have five C notes right here.

That'd be so fucking great.

Nope, I don't have it.

We're going to have to stop at a machine.

Wait, why do you need five hundred dollars again?

Don't think Steve would fuck a skull.

Why do you keep it in the glove box?

What?

Your wallet.

It's too thick.

Hurts my butt when I'm driving.

That makes total sense.

Hey!

What?

Oh, I've been to that house.

Which house?

That one back there.

An old college professor of mine lives there.

Really?

Yeah.

He was a pretty good dude.

What did he teach you?

Marxist studies.

Marxist studies?

Yep.

He introduced me to some pretty out there concepts.

Some pretty radical ideas.

So, were you like seeing him?

What do you mean seeing him?

Were you seeing him?

Do you mean like dating him?

Yeah.

Damn.

Ew!

He was a fucking Marxist, man!

Marxist?

Why would you even ask something like that?

There's his face.

Where?

Right there, man!

Come on, dude.

We don't want to be late for that dentist appointment of yours.

Uh, right, right, right.

You coming or what?

Yeah.

So, are you scared?

About what?

The dentist?

No.

I've never really been bothered by going to the dentist.

It would freak the shit out of me right now if I had to go in there.

I don't think I could handle it.

I kind of like it.

I mean, it's not like I'm a masochist or anything.

It's just...

Well, in a way, it makes me feel like...

Yeah.

My teeth are being taken care of.

You know?

It makes me feel...

Prosperous.

I'm sorry.

Were you talking about something?

Um...

Oh, yeah.

Right.

Right.

It makes you feel prosperous or something.

I'm bored.

Erickson?

That's me.

Okay.

I guess I will see you in a little bit.

Till we meet again.

Okay.

He's not my boyfriend or anything.

Just a friend.

In case you were wondering what my relationship to him was.

Or not.

Mm... No.

Grrrr... Grrrrrrr.

How's it going?

Grrrrrr...

Thanks, Regina.

Ah!

Thank fucking god!

This has been the longest, dullest, most

uncomfortable thing I can remember ever doing!

Jane!

I really thought I was gonna die of boredom!

I gotta pace, though.

Oh, come on!

Can't we go already?

Hey, Jane.

What time do you think it was that I picked you up in Burbank?

Hey!

Why don't you come over here while your friend's talking to you?

Young lady, come here.

Come here!

Come here!

Look at me.

Look at me.

I'm not playing games here.

It's really bright out, officer.

Would you mind removing your hand from your forehead?

It's really bright out.

What's your name?

Christy?

You don't sound too sure of that.

No, it's Christy.

Well, Christy...

How come your friend just called you Jane a second ago?

Jane's, uh... religious name?

Your religious name.

Am I under arrest?

Why would you be under arrest?

Have you done something I should know about?

No, I... Shit.

I mean, shoot!

Sir, would you mind opening your trunk for me?

My trunk?

No.

Wait, excuse me.

We called you because...

my car...

Now, Christy.

Am I gonna find whatever kind of drugs you're on in here?

Christy.

Christy.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Jane!

Yeah?

Her name's not Christy.

It's Jane.

I don't even know why you're doing that.

What do you have in here, son?

I don't know.

Just some stuff.

Some folders right there that I was supposed to be

in my dad's office, but I didn't because he's an ass.

What's that?

A tennis racket.

And that is a tennis ball.

I wish I had more.

My dog eats them.

Jacket.

Paperclips.

Shoes.

Hi.

You're a little early.

Well, are you coming in or what?

Peter's not back from the airport yet.

So why don't you just have a seat and I'll go get it for you.

Okay.

Would you like something to drink?

Uh...

Do you have any lemonade?

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

How about some orange juice?

Yeah.

That sounds good, actually.

All right.

Are you hungry?

Well, now that you mention it, I wouldn't mind something to munch on.

You know, like chips or whatever.

Well, let me see what I can find.

Here we go.

Thanks.

What's with the corn?

Excuse me?

Oh, that's a photo of Peter.

I suppose that's his idea of avant-garde or something.

So, uh, how long have you been Peter's TA?

Who?

Peter.

I remember that for Howard.

Yes.

What?

For quite a while now.

I guess it didn't work out with that other girl?

I guess not.

Well, it's very nice to meet you.

Uh...

Jane.

Jane.

Well, I'm Shirley, Peter's mother.

Shirley, of course.

Peter talks about you all the time.

He does.

Oh, yeah, constantly.

Well, I'll just go and get what you came for so that you can be on your way.

That is where corn chips come from.

Hmm.

Maybe old Professor Harwood is on to something.

He probably really loves corn.

And all corn-related products.

I mean, isn't that what you're supposed to put in a frame?

Things you love?

I'm gonna do that.

When I get home, I'm gonna frame a bunch of stuff I love.

Like lasagna.

I love lasagna.

It's so good.

And cheesy.

You know who else loves lasagna?

Garfield.

Man, that cat really loves lasagna.

Maybe I should put a picture of Garfield in a frame.

You know, as a kind of shorthand way of saying, I love lasagna.

That would be so fucking inside.

Or how about a photo of President Garfield?

Oh, shit, that would be totally meta.

People would be all like, Jane, why do you have

a photo of President Garfield on your mantle?

And I'd be like, because I like lasagna, of course.

What happened?

Did you fall?

Yes.

That's exactly what happened.

I was just...

I was reaching for something, and I kind of rolled off.

Well, are you all right?

Oh, yeah, I'm fine.

Are you hiding from someone?

Of course not.

Why would you ask that?

It seems like you're hiding from somebody.

I don't know what you're talking about, Shirley.

Well, here you go.

Great.

Thanks a lot.

Now, I'm sure Peter's told you this already, but he wanted me to be sure to

tell you to take this straight to his office and put it in the safe.

Oh.

Of course.

Well, I guess that's it, then.

Okay.

See ya.

Fucking shit.

I'm just...

waiting for my clothes to dry.

Those are my clothes.

Right.

I'm waiting for your clothes to dry so then I can dry my clothes.

Where are your clothes?

In my bathtub.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Let me ask you something.

Suppose you had a very rare...

Let go of my arm.

Sorry.

We're cool.

We're just talking here, right?

Laundry buddies.

Do you even live in this building?

That's not relevant right now, laundry buddy.

Let's suppose a person had in their possession a very old...

very rare...

book.

What kind of book?

A very influential book.

A book that has changed history.

I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about.

Hey, dude.

What's with the hostility?

You give me the creeps.

The creeps?

Lady, could you just take it somewhere else before I call the cops?

Whoa.

Hold on there.

If you want me to leave, I can go.

Thank you.

I'm going, dude.

Goodbye, dude.

Goodbye, dude.

It's always me.

What are you doing?

I'm just...

I was trying.

I'm calling the cops.

Hey!

Don't do that.

I'm gonna give it back, I swear.

What use could I possibly have for a very suspicious girl on drugs in my apartment

building right now, and I think she has some kind of stolen property, and she...

Don't put me on hold!

No.

Hey!

She's getting away!

Wow, do you look fucked up.

Come on Hercules.

Aww, cute pig.

The truck bed's open.

It's headed west.

It's a minute.

I don't see the connection.

Wait a minute.

It's coming to me.

Smells

like sausage in here.

Time for a revised plan.

Number one, get to that hemp festival.

Number two, try to convince Steve not to steal my furniture.

Especially not my bed.

Oh god.

Anything but that.

Number three, once I've convinced Steve not to steal my bed, try to figure out a

way to return the communist manifesto without getting arrested.

Possibly via the US Postal Service.

No, Global Express is much more reliable.

Now that sounds like an awesome revised plan.

Always just a good idea.

And he

was straight to his office and put in on the same thing.

Try to sell these trucks?

Young lady, come here!

Jane, Jane!

Getting into the creeps!

Christy!

Christy!

Jane!

Hey.

What are you doing?

I don't even know where I am.

Do you want a ride?

Number one, get to that hemp festival.

So you like to smoke a lot of weed, huh?

Not really.

Are you like a communist or something?

No, man.

I'm not a communist.

What's in Venice that you gotta go all the way out there for?

I'm supposed to be meeting someone.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

If you could, with a single act, change the whole trajectory of your life,

would you do it?

The trajectory of my life?

Yeah, you know, the direction your life is headed in, where you're going...

Uh...

I don't know.

I guess not.

I got a good job.

Why?

I'm thinking about changing the trajectory of my life, that's all.

That's cool.

I get so horny when I'm stoned.

What?

Pop makes me so fucking horny.

Does it have that effect on you?

I'm not stoned right now, but...

That's just fuck.

Right here, right now, in the car, in the middle of this fucking traffic jam.

I don't wanna get in an accident.

Come on, Mikey.

Fuck me.

Fuck me right now.

You know you want to.

Come on, Mikey.

Fuck me.

Fuck me!

This traffic sucks, huh?

Huh?

This traffic... sucks.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah.

Right.

Oh, my God, no!

I gotta go!

We're on the freeway.

What are you doing?

I have to stop my dealer from stealing my bed!

What are you talking about?

There's no time to... I gotta... Bye!

Jay...

Jay!

Where the hell are you going?

Molly!

Jay!

Number two.

Try to convince Steve not to steal my bed.

You shouldn't be walking on the freeway.

It's dangerous.

Yes.

Where are you headed?

Venice.

That's where I'm going.

I'll give you a lift.

Well, I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for.

Thanks.

You too.

She was nice.

Carrot Top!

Excuse me.

Did you just come from the Hempfest?

No, man.

I'm from Bethlehem.

Oh, sorry.

Dude, I'm just fucking with you.

But it's kinda over.

What?

You're a bong hit late.

It's done, Steve.

No!

Hey, is this the 33rd annual Venice Hempfest?

Not anymore.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

I'm supposed to meet my dealer here.

Do you know him?

His name's Steve.

Steve?

Oh, yeah.

Is he a dude who's got like two arms, two legs...

And a head.

And a head.

Steve with the head.

Steve with the head.

Forget it.

Have a fun ride.

In that moment, perched high above the earth, high above those

who'd come so far to find her, Jane knew what she had to do.

Jane was no schemer, no conniver, no thief.

Jane knew that deep down, she was pure of heart.

And that she did not want to contribute to the

toll of human misery and suffering in the world.

She knew that time had come to take responsibility for what she had done,

and to return the book to its rightful owner.

That her intentions were honorable, there could be no doubt.

But what puzzled many on that day was not the virtue of her intentions.

Hey!

What puzzled many was why.

Help me!

By what bizarre and convoluted logic did she arrive

at the decision to do what you're about to see?

In short, what the fuck was she thinking?

Oh no.

Whoa.

So, uh, my dad plays golf with this guy who is a pretty good criminal attorney.

I think he's a criminal attorney.

He's definitely a lawyer.

I could try to hook you up with him if you want.

Yeah, that sounds good.

Well, Brevin, it sure has been a fucking day, huh?

Yeah.

I guess.

What

a weird fucking dream.

Hey!

Stoner!

Get back to work!

Sorry.

This has been the story of how a person started at A, got to Z, and somehow ended

up collecting garbage by the side of the freeway.

And I think you'll all agree that much like life itself, it certainly has been...

one hell of a crazy ride.

You should have seen my,

but you didn't listen You may have dared, but you never bled

Cause it was us, baby, way before then