All things are possible when you open your mind.
Danny comes to in his office on the floor, he’s disoriented. There’s a toy duck on the floor next to him. Not sure what’s going on. Or how he got here. The last thing he remembers was going into his cabin in the woods and taking ten hits of acid. He gets up and splashes water on his face. Discovers that an entire month has gone by. It’s Saturday evening and the office is closed. He wracks his brain, trying to remember. Something isn’t right, the office looks … funny. But he can’t place it. I she still tripping? After checking his email, and looking at all his messages, and voicemails, he discovers that not only is it a month later, but he’s already planned another trip to the cabin. He’s scheduled to leave that night. An hour later he’s on the road, heading to the cabin. The best part of being young, rich, and having no-one to answer to. He wonders what people would think if they knew what his secret to success was. Sure, he’d never had a bad run. A few rough patches, but nothing devastating. And he always came out on top. He’d started making websites when he was twelve years old and got a lot of major attention, being featured in a national publication by the time he was fifteen. But he hates the attention so he really shies away from it. But pretty much everything that he’s done in life has worked out. And he’s done really well. Normally after a week of tripping, he’d come back with fresh eyes and on fire. The first three days were usually a blur as Danny broke through barriers, created new products, and launched something awesome. After a trip last August he went on a whim and made $300,000 in under a week.He arrives at the cabin and does what he always does. He makes a list of all of the things he needs to work on, gets his number one priority written down, and puts the paper in the top drawer of his desk. He’ll let his subconscious work on it while he enjoys a relaxing week tripping balls. All by himself.
Still, he’s convinced that he’s just really stressed and definitely needs this “trip.” Still, Danny is confused about one thing. What was next for a guy who has it all, and is always successful? Once in the cabin he takes his first round of hits, places them under his tongue, and sits back to relax and let the waves roll in. He wakes suddenly when the door flies open and two kids he’s never seen before run in and jump on his lap screaming daddy, daddy. A beautiful young lady walks in with a bag of groceries. She asks him to help her with the rest. He’s shocked, not sure what to do. He spends the rest of the day in a daze, trying to figure out what’s happening. After everyone is in bed, Danny goes to the couch, exhausted, and leans back into sleep. Danny is back in his office, another month has gone by, he’s seriously losing it.He calls his friend who gave him the acid. He’s never tripped like this before. He almost feels like he’s out of touch with reality. Michael picks up the phone, but doesn’t know who he is. Danny is like, what? He starts to panic. Dropping fact after fact of businesses they’ve built together, products and services. Michal hangs up telling the guy to call rehab. Danny is seriously uptight now. He can’t remember most of the last two months, and what he can remember doesn’t make any sense. Luckily it’s Monday morning and people will be coming into the office soon. He heads out to the lunch room to make some coffee, and runs into his VP of marketing. Hey Marty. How goes? Marty stops, and stares at him like he’s never seen him before. “Umm, can I help you?” Danny goes through the whole thing again like he did with Michael, only with personal facts about HIS company. His building. Where they were standing right then. Marty is a top notch executive and quick on his feet. He tells Danny to have a seat, he’ll grab him a coffee. Several minutes later Danny hears sirens in the distance. He’s chased and finds several places to hide, proving that he definitely knows the building. Even if the building doesn’t know him. Finally, cornered, he does the only thing that makes sense in all the insanity. He tears off another strip and chews down the doses, waiting for life to change. The doors burst open. Uniforms rush him as the darkness swallows him hole.
Danny wakes in his office, but it’s different somehow. But exactly the same. His phone is buzzing. He’s not sure what’s up. He answers. It’s his friend Michael, says he’s coming over. Remembering something he runs to the top drawer of his desk and removes the paper. On it is a bunch of honey dos and a reminder to pick up his son, Marty, from school. There’s a Knock. He exits his office and answers the door to his apartment, Michael comes in, but it’s a different Michael, but he’s also the same. Michaels eyes are wide, “Come on, let’s goto the cabin.” His pet name for his office. Once inside, Michael says he’s got some Grade A shit right from the top of the line. No bullshit. No cut. Danny says he’ll pass.