We all need something to help us unwind at the end of the day. You might have a glass of wine, or a joint, or a big delicious blob of heroin to silence your silly brainbox of its witterings but there has to be some form of punctuation, or life just seems utterly relentless.
Russell Brand (2009). “My Booky Wook: A Memoir of Sex, Drugs, and Stand-Up”, p.7, Harper Collins