I ate some black cheese coloured with wood ash, or something like that anyway, recently. It was delicious, really strong and smoky. Probably highly carcinogenic but fuck it, you gotta die of something, right?
I found drunkeness gave me a magical ability to cut through Stan's baroque verbiage and get to the heart of what he's actually trying to say. There can be a clarity at the heart of drunkeness sometimes. Not always, not often, but it does happen.