You’ve arrived at such an odd time. The 20th century is ending this year, as we speak, and no one knows what comes next. Not even the really smart folks, but we’ve stopped listening to them. Like I said, odd time.
You’ll meet a lot of people. Some of them will be angels; you won’t see them coming. Others will be monsters; they’ll sneak up on you. Keep your guard up, baby, but keep your heart open. The first part’s easier than the second.
If it’s written down, read it.
Plans will be made, and schemes hatched. Maybe even a caper or two, Free will is your destiny, baby, and you do whatever you want with your evenings. You could even get weird with it.
That guy next to you is Garcia. He was a guitarist, and that thing on his face is a beard. Guitarists have beards, sometimes. Anyway, you should do as he said and not as he did.
That’s for later, though. Relax. You’ll be here for a while, hopefully. Probably make it until the 22nd century without trying too hard. Bring Garcia with you, if you can. Remember us all to the future, baby.
Again, sorry about the mess. It’s not always like this, but it kind of is.