“What happened last night? Did you see what God did to me?”

 ”God had nothing to do with it. You’ve done terrible things, consuming two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. You should have seen yourself at that gypsy circus bar…”

“Then I’m cursed. I must die. Please… Kill me.”

“Ha! No way, get your friend to help you.”