Chronic

"I like to think I'm a helpful person. I sell weed to bring peace to people. Those people think I'm just another drug dealer but, I have a dream of a peaceful world. I might not be a hero fighting crime like Batman in a comic book or saving lives in surgery like a doctor. Still, I'm saving people from the misery of a failing system designed to help only those who have the means to help themselves."

"I lived on the south side of Compton with my mom and baby sister. My mom worked 3 jobs for years until she started dating a "gangster" who sold drugs. That's when my life changed, whether it was good or bad I can't honestly say. Only thing I know and can say is that because of him I was introduced to weed. The first time I smoked it I was 8 years old and my mom left a blunt unattended. I almost stopped smoking it just as I started because of all the coughing but, then I noticed that I started feeling good. It was like magic that fixed my bad mood and I knew from that moment on good or bad it was always going to be there in my life."

"Friends you make as you grow up have an influence on your life as well. Fortunately for me I had the best friend I could have especially, considering where I lived and the environment surrounding my young life. watching people get addicted to drugs becoming bumbs and/or selling themselves to get their fixes. Those were the lucky ones because, the other option for most was joining gangs and dying young and dumb. Not me through, no I was one of the luckiest people who ever lived. I got a job working with plants, growing and caring for them. Though secretly I grew weed and sold it behind the store I worked at. I was the best grower I knew and others knew it too, that's why they started calling me the chronic whisperer which later just got shortened to chronic."

"Everything changed again for me when the cops started harassing my job about someone selling weed out the back. Now everyone believed I was fired for being black even though I looked more Hispanic, Indian, or Arabic despite me being black, Irish, and Cherokee. Still the real reason was because it was family owned and I was the only outside helper they had. After that incident I was always a target for cops wanting to let out their frustrations about life, and why not I was just another drug dealer from the hood. my life didn't matter to them or anyone who "mattered" as far as the world was concerned. The people who did know me knew my heart was mostly in the right place. Now I won't lie and say I never did bad things I'm only human after all. that said I never wronged anyone who didn't deserve it. you know the saying live and let live that Tidus from final fantasy 10 would say when using him to escape battle? probably not but, I lived my life using that thought process."

"Anyways I died today when I got hit by a car on my way home and now I'm talking to you about my life. I know you told me that you are a god or whatever so I'm sure this is the after life but, I'm not done living so I'm begging you please send me back." "Okay sure I can let you keep living but there is one thing. I can't bring you back to Earth. Firstly, I don't have jurisdiction of that world. Secondly, even if I did earth doesn't have magic so it's not possible. Thirdly, even if magic did exist there your body was completely smashed into paste from the waist up. That said you can't go back to Earth I'm very sorry, however I can let you reincarnate to another world if you want." "So what you are saying is I'll be reborn in another world, where magic exists?" "Yep, that's exactly what I'm saying to you. I'll even make sure you have use of all types of magic. Doesn't that sound wonderful to you? Real magic so what do you say?" "You said real magic? But, on earth real magic does exist. It's not like creating fire from nothing or anything extravagant as that but we had weed." "I'm not really sure what weed is but, you seem fond of it so how about I gather you some seeds of this weed and you will receive them when you turn 12 in your new life and appear in front of the Gods statues of the church? I'll even give you a special creation magic to help you grow and bring out the full power of your weed? Is this acceptable for you?" "Would I still have access to all magic? And what about my memories do I get to keep them?" "Starting off you will have access to all magic and your memories are yours to keep but, know that even with magic there are things one could never accomplish. For example once life is gone it's gone there is no second chance to be who you were before."

"I know but, I still want my memories and my weed seeds and access to all magic that's available in whatever world I'm being sent to."