There're reasons they make drugs

And this is one of them. Do you know what I need right now? A good solid hallucinogen.
"A gramme is better than a damn."
I've been reading Brave New World, and holy Ford is it good. Makes one think about one's place in life.
I'd like to think that I'm in the caste right above the pickles I farm. I mean, it's great having a little authority and a few brain cells, but seriously, who would want to do more work than a pickle farmer? Plus, at this level I only need to deal with insubordination from the pickles that are larger than me.
Yessirree. I'm happy where I'm at.
I can practical feel Alcohol and Power Tools ripe in my hand as I reach up into the pickle tree to grab it.