Vice: How ya doin’?
Phiiliip: My pharmacology is so fucked that eight two-milligram Ativans and ten Ambiens can’t produce the spark of the start of the semblance of a beginning of a snooze. Modern medicine has failed me. Is there like a root I can chew or skeleton I can pulverize into a tea that makes life livable again? I am way fucking out there in genius scenes of pain with very little possibility of return.