You're drunk, between a rock and a hard place. Your hand seems to be bleeding, but, miraculously, it can still grip a bottle of scotch. You offer him the best blowjob he's ever had, and he runs away. Suddenly, you're covered in mud, and you seem to be wearing nothing but a slip. You do the only thing you can, and ask them for a cigarette.
Hard liquor is still the most psychedelic drug available.
While lesser drugs may addle the eyesight and rattle the brain, only hard liquor can warp time and space. Inhibitions disappear, yes, but with all coherent thought processes gone as well, the drunk utterly transcends the constrictive web of thought, eventually leading him to forget why he set out to have a drink in the first place. The point is, you should get drunk. You should get drunk and threaten people, you should get drunk and break things, you should get drunk and ask to be sodomized, you should get drunk and start crying. Your day is taken up with the central and meaningful gesture, the constructive relationship, the definitive phrase.