Could be worse, could be sleeping in a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. 
Or a van...DOWN BY THE RIVER
*Looks up, eyes red from deepweed smoke* "What?"
"Hey, man... Have you ever looked at your hand... I mean,
really looked at it? ...What if all the things we type out here, like, this topic, man, was actually typed out by our hands... like our hands were really the ones who are in control, and we're just going along for the ride...? ...Does that mean that our hands could do anything they want, but we're the ones holding them back from doing it...?"
"Deep stuff, brah. Deep."
"Yeah, man... hey, got any more Cheez-it's...?"