Interdimensional Traveler

You decide to smoke a little more weed, and stop worrying about the Interdimensional Traveler. It is obvious to you that weed must be legal in this dimension, because there are just fields of it everywhere...so why would you ever want to go home anyway?

You spend the rest of your days really high...which turns out not to be very long because weed is bad for you, but at least you die happy and that counts for something, doesn't it?