When I was a kid, I used to walk past this alley where huffers would hang out on my way to school every day. The spray paint posse was hilarious. They looked like a bunch of unemployed superheroes with one arm painted gold, silver lips, streaks of blue on their face.

Swami was just telling me the other day that Fayner doesn't do nearly as many drugs as he pretends to. He doesn't do them at all, actually, it just gives him an alibi for living like a vagrant. How pathetic is it when you have to make up a drug habit to explain your lifestyle? That's what he asked, and Swami, I just don't know.