We've all been there. The acid + heroin + ketamin cocktail wears off, you're not taking the epic, orgasmic shit that gives life to the universe you're simply standing in Safeway with a snooty bitch filming you with an ugly look on her face. As you wait for the police and wipe up with some toilet paper conveniently located next aisle over you wonder what it would've been like had you not followed your dreams after high school but simply chosen a decent but uninspiring job and settled down with a hometown sweetheart. Ah well, can't rewind life, can ye?