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AreWhy - HUFF

[A + B 0:00]

Hazy synths and quirky cowbells echo through the intercom. The walls are an uninspiring off white, the lights buzzing cicadas. You find yourself in a hospital bed, old, wrinkled on the outside but full of soul on the inside, confused- "JUST BREATHE" the doctor says, you notice his nametag -

"Dr. AreWhy"

Definitely not your family doctor but his voice is soothing and confident, almost alluring as the intercom continues to pipe in mellow synths.

He muzzles you with a flower adorned breather mask of some kind and you inhale the gas. The music begins to liquify and the funkiness of the bassline intensifies. Like a Sim from the PC game your overall wellbeing seems to increase while your Need-To-Know meter slowly falls to zero.

[A + B - AreWhy 0:40]

"Never pushin brakes when I come up to the stop sign/

If I get it good know I never bought shine/

If I'm feelin' good ... like i'm livin lost time" Brakes? Stop Sign?

Were you in some kind of accident? What kind of doctor is this...

[A + B - AreWhy 2:40] "Ice in my cup swish of coke and a swig of jack" You barely hear Dr. AreWhy and can't tell if he's giving you a recipe for his favorite drink or calling to the nurse for some kind of new age medicine... [A + B 3:50] As the gas overtakes your consciousness you begin to fade out mentally, just as you peak, you peer out the door cracked to see a spanish guitar player walking down the hall fingering his fretboard...... [A Jam 0:00] Your alarm clock is going off. Weird. That whole hospital thing must have been a dream.

Your alarm tone emits some silky basslines and synth sweeps over raindrop like keys - what better way to wake up? You don't remember setting the alarm but before ideating on that for too long you hear a familiar voice aimed at your bedroom window:

[A Jam - AreWhy 1:08]

"Got a dirt path back in the back you know I wont settle"

I'm a dirtbag with a QP inside of a rental Got a MACK truck, size wait- I dont play no games Say that you different but you all sound the damn same" It feels like a memory that isn't yours, but your intuition tells you this scraggly neighbor type is your homie. Nah, he's the man, your best homie. It just sort of emits from him. You head downstairs and hop in his whip parked on your gravel driveway. [A Jam - AreWhy 1:45] "Put this shit in part yea this shit a JAM!"

He's hotboxing his old jeep as you pop in the passenger seat. The music from his stereo is powerful and almost overtakes all your senses, it's sort of an enveloping presence, like a third being in the session. He passes you the blunt, it's almost as big as your wrist as you close your eyes again and inhale deep once again your consciousness fades to black....

[Rear End - AreWhy 0:24] "Mirror mirror could it make it any clearer

Im a veer up off the path if you let me grip the steerin wheel"

Looking in the mirror you don't fully recognize yourself. Shit, you don't even recognize your voice. Velvet smoky qualities in your vocal cords isn't something to complain about really. Your gaze focuses in the mirror....wait

Dr AreWhy? You're...Him? And the friendly blunt baring neighbor?

What the hell kind of inception gas did they give you? I mean, me?

Well, the past few days haven't made a lot of sense but they sure felt good. "F*ck it, whats another HUFF?"

You think, before fading into the tunes and putting your psychedelic breather mask on.....

Exhale, then take a fat HUFF by AreWhy here