Its so hot and dry that your fields are cracked and the plants are all dead. All your marijuana plants you where growing outside are dead too. Your broke. The beer runs out. The kind bud you where growing runs out. The only thing left after you huff all the gasoline on the farm is jimson weed. It grows all over the place. Kids are always getting crazy on the stuff. Now its your turn. You pull a thorny seed pod. You boil it and it makes a dark and bitter tea. You drink it down and wait a half hour. Nothing but a sickly feeling so you go grab a couple more pods and boil them into tea as well. About the time you finish the last cup of the horrid stuff you are feeling drunk and your vision is glitching. So you go out on the porch to have a cigarette. That is your last memory for three days. When you wake up you are caked in blood. So dry it hurts to breathe and in the middle of a field somewhere.