This body-building bit, Ted: lately I've been thinking
what's the point a lot.
Like what's the point of being a health nut by day if you're a coke
head at night. What worries me, I'm getting burned out
on both.

So I pop into this disco to decompress.
I see this hot-looking chick, Marge. I'd seen here there before--
a real knockout. So we do some coke--seemed innocent
enough at the time--she keeps coming on to me.
In a moment of weakness, I go with her to her pad over her plant
store. We smoke some wacko weed she grew herself. This is the
kind of woman...
I wake up with the imprint of her Mark Cross rape whistle
on my chest.