We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember "ARWadsworth"
saying something like:

I had a neighbour like that. Long since departed. He was a teacher, so
perhaps used to being obeyed.

What a coincidence, my neighbour is a teacher.

Tight *******s, I've found.
Except when it comes to drinking.