"Since we're all one, as long as one of us is sober, we all are."
Or at least that's what The Chemical Buddha tried to tell the police officer standing outside his car window. We're not sure if the officer didn't understand the concept The Chemical Buddha was trying to convey to him or if he couldn't make sense of TCB's slurred speech. It was probably the former, because the judge and prosecuting attorney didn't get it either and The Chemical Buddha was more sober (and less slurry) when he explained it to them. Even after sentencing, TCB insisted that as long as someone was imprisoned we all were. So he should allowed to be released. To which the judge replied, "Good idea. We've decided you're the one who's going to jail so everyone else can be free."
How do you try to get people to agree to your version of reality?
What stories do you tell yourself to rationalize how you see things?
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