Santa Monica, Cali. I was standing in the most fanciest pier of the beach with Ferris wheel and small roller coaster above and lots of people on bikini, shorts and shades, and some people busy fishing. Edge of the pier was where I stopped and took a look around the mighty Pacific. The warm spring breeze passed through my Hawaiian tee and the warmth of the Sun that was soon about to set. I wondered how beautiful the world was, and how lucky I was to witness. Then a man came and stood by my side and I smelled dope.  Still I tried not giving a damn, I acted as if nobody was there and pretended as if I didn’t smell what he was smoking. Soon then the man passed me the dope, I couldn’t refuse to take. I looked at him, he was in his midlife, around 50 maybe, with cool Ray Ban shades on, and a majestic black beard. I smoked the dope he passed. Just four puffs and I was stoned enough to sense everything better, the whole world felt wonderful, the moment eternal. I threw down the joint butt to water. He threw a serious look in his face and he said, “I’m married to the woman you’re currently in love”.

Oh wow! “Funny guy, huh? Did he said the right words? Of course I heard it right. Is he crazy? Trying to troll me?.”

I was high and his question rang in my mind over and over again, then I exploded with mad laughter. And the next moment, I stopped laughing all of the sudden. His expression told “I really mean what I said kid, believe me”. I pretended as if I believed him. “Strange huh, kid?”, he said. “I gotta tell you something, you know, at this very spot, when I was your age, 29 years ago, someone like me with cool Ray Ban and majestic beard passed me a dope, and couldn’t understand what he said. But now I realize that man with majestic beard is me.”

Then I realized that I’ll be that man 29 years later.

Chronology got looped.