"I'm feeling kinda nostalgic today, so I guess I'll be a hippy," said Andy. Underneath his shirt, the amulet glowed blue for a second, then slowly dimmed.
***
Across town, Mitch was just entering his office when he felt an overpowering urge to smoke. He tried to block it (he had quit years ago), but he had an uncontrollable urge to go into the bathroom and light up a joint. He stumbled into the bathroom in a daze, unsure where he would even find a cigarette or a lighter.
He fumbled around in his pockets and, shocked at himself, pulled out a huge reefer and a Zippo lighter. He lit up the joint and started taking long drags, understanding what had been missing from his life up until then.
With each drag, his hair grew longer and longer, and became more unwashed and tangled as it stopped at his butt. His crisp, blue collared work suit slowly faded into a cotton tye-died tee-shirt with a peace sign on it. His business slacks faded into a pair of worn jeans.
With each additional drag, his IQ dropped, damaged from years and years of drug abuse. Suddenly, his new personality flared through.
What was he doing in an office?!?!?
He had promised himself never to become a slave to the corporate giants. Hating himself, he ran out the door, slamming into his boss on the way out.
"PIG!" he shouted, spitting on his face as he rushed out the door and into his new life.