Me, Bob Marley, Hunter Thompson, and Mom. All of us bundled up like eskimos because we're in the middle of a huge snowy field. We're all hitting a big ass hookah of AK-47 while passing around a nice big peace pipe full of the purplest Purple Hydro. And of course, a nice Taco Bell buffet a few feet back.

(Mom isn't dead, she just doesn't smoke)