[To that first question, he just shrugs and laughs. You hear all kinds of weird shit in LA, especially when poking around on late night radio stations. It's a thing he's heard of, but doesn't really know anything about. Just that clearing his mind might be something useful, maybe. Maybe it doesn't matter.]

Wait, go inside my own thoughts? What the fuck does that mean?

[Hold on, he has to veer around a car anyway, then gives them a mocking wave as they pass. Slowpokes.]

Okay, hang on. I gotta close my eyes. If I'm gonna hit something just fuckin' hit me first. Yell at me. I dunno.

[See, that's the great thing about having her back there, she can help drive.

But man, how did he do this before? Maybe it was because he was high. That got him out of his head, he'd been dosed on vide noir or whatever all that shit was in that world but it felt enough like vide noir for him to believe it. Some deep part of the universe got into him and let him float off until there was nothing but him and the dark. The itch for it comes back again, as hard as ever - because yeah, it killed him, he hates that shit, but when it's good, it's so damn good.

Well, maybe he doesn't need that kind of high. Hell, maybe all he needs is a smoke. He does need one. He sighs and gives up for now and opens his eyes to the road.]

I got ideas to try later, I guess. Hey, once we make some cash somewhere in the future, we gotta check out what kinda cool drugs they have too, right? Might find somethin' fun again, like that time in New York!