What’s that, Neil? A scarecrow catching on fire? Wizard of Oz? No, please keep going because nobody has any idea what the fuck you’re talking about. Those bong rips will you hit you reallllll fast. One second you’re in the green room and next thing you know you’re on national TV and you have to say something. Anything. We’re live, people! Might as well go with the Wizard of Oz and hope it all goes well. It didn’t. He confused anybody and everybody that was watching. That smile on his face before they cut away is a look of, “I can’t believe I’m still talking. I can hear myself think. Can they hear it too?” That’s the worst. Get too high, start telling a story to your friends and then half way through you don’t even remember what it was about so you bail on it without a conclusion. We’ve all been there, Neil. No biggie.