I've been spahghettified before but not by a black hole in space. Magic mushrooms and led zeppelin opened a wormhole in my basement. Robert Plant's voice weaved out of the speaker like a viper and settled on the floor. My silk robe gripped me tighter as I struggled to remove it. It fell ever so gently and slowly slid across the floor into the hole and I stretched inside along with it. I awoke in the ER with 6 men holding me down. Ankles. Sides. Arms. Pressed into the bed. I fought until I could not and then I cried as they injected my arm. I fell asleep again. I woke up on a dirt road and walked a mile in the dark home. I'm a traveler of both time and space.

In my time of dieing was the trigger