Black Hole

Our brains are too large... we think too much and it drives us all crazy. We've inherited this amazing gift of intelligence and self-awareness and we've squandered it... pissed it away. We'd be happy if we could live simple lives, enjoy each other and... I mean maybe live on farm or something and grow things... you know, get back to the earth... but hey, don't listen to me, I mean, what do I know?

We're hanging out at the reservoir, having a smoke out, and Mark launches into this big rap about how he's going to die first. He's telling us he wants to be cremated and how we're all supposed to divide his ashes up between us. Then he says, "every time you roll a joint, put a tiny pinch of my ash in there with the dope. That way you'll be getting hight and I'll be getting high with you."