Duration: 38.2s

I didn't want to see anybody. Especially not my landlord's nasty young wife. - Valerie, Tuesday. - Look. Enough, OK? Steve handles the rent, so you can feed your crap to him. I suddenly had extra reason to get away from her. I had thoughtlessly ingested a substance. Like the rent's not low enough! I had gotten remarkably little information from Vernon about what this drug would do. You could even be a bike messenger and come up with that. Really. - What if it was a hallucinogen? - It's pathetic. Oh, my God. Listening to her rag... If I were tripping, I'd jump out a window. Hello? Are you listening to me? Do you get it? You are gonna be out on the streets! And then, I felt it.