"So I wakes up and the rear guard is still on the toodaggit, and they've got some shamanpotnentate hectoring about sag harbor spiritualism, some shit like that. Then he takes out a shit-ton of marbles and haywards them cocksure on the marble banister. And the haedies just go ape shit! I mean real antwan braedel spinning. Its raining a fuckin' Panama Special a moltov coctails, agent orange like screamin' mutant wackos out there. And that's where all this point zero bullshit started rolling..."