"Your eyes are funny. You trippin', man?"
"What are you on?"
"I remember shrooms. My college days, they had me trippin' balls. Seein' things. Talkin’ to ghosts and such."
"I know whatcha mean, man. Magic mushrooms wrote my senior thesis. My professor said it was the most detailed paper he'd ever read on The Drake Equation as related to communication with extraterrestrial civilizations. Gave me an F."
"You failed? What the Hell, man?"
“My theme was, The Cold War and Cuban Missile Crisis.”
The old man in the mirror laughed and gave him a knowing wink.
By Lisa H. Owens
Just 100 Words
100 Word Stories - November 2023 Photo Prompt
Keep it simple, Stupid!
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