This scare-documentary certainly starts out by making a good case for drugs as an antidote to the horrors of life, even showing an image of Buddha as celebrity endorsement.
Is the narrator drunk? Of just folksy?
The lesson learned: look around you and you will probably spot a lunatic.
The moral is: don't suppress your road rage, it's not healthy!
Forty years onward, what's changed? Same arguments, same solutions. We are doomed!
"They ain't got no lips!"
This anonymous fellow, despite resembling Archie Bunker, is my new hero for sensible competence. His tolerance for falling is awesome. This is definitely not one of those exercises in boredom.
Should I ever become a hobo and take to riding the rails, I will owe any success to him.
Don't be a "tearer-downer," always causing a "rumpus!"