"They let you light up?" Barry asked looking around for some white suited staff.
  "He looked down at the his Philly Blunt. "For my asthma."
  "What's the year?" asked Barry.
  "Well," Chronic said, "It's either 1966 or 1666? No let's see college is 1968, so it can't be. Listen, we don't know what year it is. Put me in here for blowing up the word. Did I? Me and…can't remember her name. Sick as she is." Barry looked at the old woman, whose sagging jowl, seemed to have a vaguely familiar slope. "Time for travelin'," Chronic said, getting up.