passing the time with Mad Max...

Things would definitely be clearer for me if I didn't dwell so much on Mad Max and all his craziness. I wasn't going to call him, but since I have nothing better to do:

"What the fuck do you want now?"

His phone etiquette could use polishing.

"I was just thinking about all that stuff you were talking about. You know, dystopia and all that other shit. I also got to tell you something."

"What?"

"I was going to come up to Kansas for a visit. Turns out I'll have to quarantine for fourteen days upon arrival. Kansas enacted an ordinance the other day stating anyone traveling from Arizona to Kansas must be quarantined upon arrival."

"Good," with a laugh, "We don't need filthy fuckers like you in the great state of Kansas."

I should be offended by the statement. I'm not.

"Mad Max, I want you to be honest with me. How bad are things going to get?"

"Let me ask you this," conviction in his voice, "What do you think a Dystopian state looks like?"

"I don't know?"

"Come on boy! Use that head of yours as more than a place to grow hair," asking again, "What do you think a Dystopian state looks like?"

"Uh, uh, uh, uh...I don't know," is the only answer I can muster. 

"Do you remember me telling you about being woke?"

"I do," is my answer

"It's time now, okay? It's time for you to wake up!"

"Can you explain it a little better to me? Just saying things are headed towards dystopia is a rather broad statement. Tell me some of the exacts so I can be prepared when it happens."

His patience wearing thin - "Man, if you don't get it by now you never will. Let me just sum it up for you real quick in a language everyone can understand, 'Guns, gold, crops, whiskey, beef, sex & more guns is going to be the new currency," he then hangs the phone up without saying goodbye.