I turned to see a young blond man wearing a dirty t-shirt and sweatpants. “Excuse me?” I assumed he was homeless, just looking for a handout.
But then he looked at me with his glowing sapphire-blue eyes, “No one deserves to die alone.” The man took a long drag from what was clearly a joint.
“I don’t think you’re allowed to smoke out here.”
“Where I am, I can do whatever the f**k I want.”
“Are you Kenneth Sugarland?” I asked with a laugh. I assumed all that CBD lotion had gone straight to my brain.
“Am I that famous?” he asked. As he turned towards me I could see a massive scar on one side of his face. “Does that little device of yours say how I lost my eye?”
“No,” I said quietly, in case I was truly hallucinating.
“It was kinda like what happened to your friend, just taking over the
