Yeah, ether is a real drug, but in the words of my good friend Raoul Duke:
"Ah, devil ether. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel... total loss of all basic motor skills; blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue.
The mind recoils in horror, unable to communicate with the spinal column. Which is interesting, because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way, but you can't control it. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge."
Yeah, I wouldn't try ether if I were you.
But on the flip side, there's the good man Tyrone Biggums, who once said this: "Drugs is all around you! You think that marker's for writin'? No! You take that cap off, you sniff it, and you highhhhhh!"
Everyone picks their poison. Which will you choose?
