So there might still be metaphysilogical doubts as to cause-and-effect, but one inevitable effect of $1.50 drafts at the Japanese restaurant and Rob Chin is unaccountably sweaty summer drunkenness, the pass-out-on-subway variety, which also leads to such hyperbolic exclamations as, "I'll do anything that I can do straight!".... "I mean sober!" but that is all in good fun, even if that fun is just another bump before pounding before the long wait for deliverance into the promised future.