Santa Monica, California, USA
Edster: Makes perfect sense to me. The imagery is easy to relate to and the context switch from dusting Chinese clay statuary to grocery shopping, both pretty much drugged out experiences, works.
My favorite drug experience: After surgery, I was on a morphine drip for pain. A nurse, drawing blood, tied a rubber tourniquet around my arm, and forgot about it. After about three hours, another nurse untied it, and the pent up morphine hit. Talk about a rush! Lordy, I was watching the Yankee's play the BoSocks in my room. Even better than doing LSD in Vietnam and riding in a blue bus through, ah, something...
An interesting thing about me and morphine: When the pain goes away, I have no interest in the drug.