"When I asked what I could offer them. They said, "Gin and tonic or lithium?". I asked, "Which way should I go?" Through cigarette-smoke they said, "Child, how would we know?"
I wanted this piece not to just be a decompression of the chaos following 'I Tear Off My Nightgown' but to show the devastating, anti-climax of seeking the wisdom of ancestors, gods, or traditions to find it useless, intoxicated, and numb.