You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning. But here are you , and you cannot say that the terrain is entirely unfamiliar, although the details are fuzzy. you are at a nightclub is eitther Heartbreak or the Lizard Lounge. All might come clear if you could just slip into the bathroom and do a little more Bolivian Marching Powder. then again, it might not. A small voice inside you insists that this epidemic lack of clarity is a result of too much of that already. the night has already turned on that imperceptible pivot whwrw two A. M. changes to six a. M. You know this moment has come and gone, but you are not yet willing to concede that you have crossed the line beyond which all is gratuitous and the palsy of unraveled nerve endings.