This video drifted into my web-o-scope earlier today and reminded me of the old Bill Hicks routine about rock and drugs: "If you don't believe drugs have done good things for us, then go home and burn all your records, all your tapes, and all your CDs. Because every one of those artists who have made brilliant music and enhanced your lives? RrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrEAL fucking high on drugs. The Beatles were so fucking high they let Ringo sing a few songs." With that in mind, I submit into evidence the following, with the caveat that the chances that your own drug use will result in this kind of deep-fried melted-brain brilliance are very low. It's actually a cautionary tale considering Richard Manuel's fabled addiction to Grand Marnier, but the sheer soul survivalism of a dude who spent one too many nights on the road to wisdom (paved as it is with excess) is pretty impressive.