This is the fast lane, folks...and some of us like it here.
Wake up and ponder the future
I feel trapped if I know I can't kill myself at anytime
Good mescaline comes on slow. The first hour is all waiting, then about halfway through the second hour you start cursing the creep who burned you, because nothing is happening...and then ZANG!
There's also a down side.
No cop was ever born who wasn't a sucker for a finely-executed high-speed Controlled Drift all the way around one of those clover-leaf freeway interchanges.