Why Do The Cute Ones Always Drop Acid?

So, I was on the bus last night at around 8 o'clock. As the bus was driving along, the guy next to me asked if I was getting off at the next stop. At first, I was confused but quickly realized that my leaning-forward-to-avoid-the-mysterious-item-of-clothing-left-on-my-seat-by-a-previous-passenger could have been interpreted as leaning-forward-as-preparation-to-get-off-at-the-next-stop. At any rate, we started talking. 

    He was very friendly, funny, relatable, cute, etc. and I was like, "Awesome! This kind of thing never happens to me." Somehow how we started talking about music, specifically the Beatles and he asked me what my favorite album was. I gave a longwinded response and finally concluded that I like the White Album. His response was:

                   Yeah, the White Album is a good one. But I remember this one time, I was dropping acid and I listened to Abbey Road, and it's been my favorite album ever since.

    Great. Just great. That's exactly how I thought that story was going to wind up.