Not to startle you, but Iâm currently 8 beers deep. Which means if youâre reading this, I may already be in the future. Possibly. Iâm not really sure how the glitch works yet. What I do know is that time travel is not only possible â Itâs highly probable at any point after 2 PM.
Anyway, there I was, cracking open a tall boy on my lunch break like usual. No,w usually I stop at one, but I thought, âWhat the hell, itâs Flag Day!â So I slugged back a few more. And before I knew it, I had been flung through the fabric of space-time. Landing in the bushes outside my house â in the future.
I guess time travel really does a number on you, because I spent the next 24 hours vomiting and nursing the worst headache Iâve ever had. That guy from Interstellar made it look so easy. But then again, those unenlightened Hollywood writers have never experienced what itâs like to be violently jettisoned into the unknown.
Since the advent of my discovery, Iâve dedicated every waking moment to researching the glitch. How does it work? Can I control it? Why would the government and/or the aliens behind the glitch cause me to miss my daughterâs graduation? Thereâs so much still I donât know, but what I have discovered is that the time skips get bigger, the more beers I have.
At first, the time skips are small and start around beer number 5. Now, during this time of ingestion, I only fly forward in time for a few minutes, but the time skips get bigger once I get to beer number 9. Which is what Iâm currently on, as I write this. Itâs only a matter of time, though, until I reach beer number 15, which is when I truly break the barrier of the 4th dimension.
I donât know where Iâll end up, or how far into the future Iâll skip. But what I do know is that, like any scientist dedicated to their craft, I will NEVER stop researching. No matter what my wife, boss, friends, or children say. Because one day, theyâll all know a Nobel Prize winner. And if theyâre cool, I totally let them hold my medal.
