Well I got out of my house at like midnight so I decide to do some crazy shit, so I decide to go on an epic week long trip. I make it to italy and I decide to go rapelling. So I'm rappelling down Mount Vesuvius when suddenly I slip, and I start to fall. Just falling, ahh ahh, I'll never forget the terror. When suddenly I realize holy shit, mark, haven't you been smoking Peyote for six straight days, and couldn't some of this maybe be in your head and it was. I was totally fine. I've never even been to Mount Vesuvius.