Listen, I’m not Doc Brown. Hell, I’m not even Marty McFly. I don’t know if time travel exists. What I do know is I’m a gullible asshole and if someone says they came from the future to tell me what the 24th century is like, I’m gonna put down my smooth and delicious Busch Light Beer and listen closely. Hell, I was ready to join kid from Mars’ cult! I mean, what if he really is from the future? Wouldn’t you rather waste a few minutes just in case? Maybe get the results for some horse races and go full Biff Tannen? Or would you rather be that asshole still in California when it breaks off into the ocean because you were too cool for time travel?