One second, you’re totally vibing this Phish jam from the impromptu ‘cert they played in the spring of ‘92, and the next second it sounds like straight up garbage noises. Like a cat, rummaging around in the garbage. Noisily. Basically, you’re halfway to high but not quite there, and you really wish your body could make up its mind before Clerks comes on TV. Because you’ve seen it sober, and it is pretty boring. It’s boring if you’re high, too, but at least then you could zone out and think about how weird fur is for two hours.