and he looked like a roadie for the allman brothers, but i would take anybody at that point. get out of the albany city limits. and he starts driving. now, i pass out. i wake up two and a half hours later on route 17 in paramus, new jersey. and i'm so happy because i slept through the ride. i didn't have to make small talk with willie nelson. and now something smells like pot, though. i smell weed. i look over. the guy is driving, doing about 90. and he's got one of those, like, cheech and chong quarter pounder joints -- [ speaking spanish ] he's just, like -- "whoa, what's up, man?" i'm, like, the guy's driving while high. so between the pizza and the four gallons of booze i'd had -- >> jimmy: and the smoking in the car. >> and the smoking, i have to throw up. so i go, "dude, pull over. i got to throw up. it's five in the morning on route 17." he finds an exxon station. like, "sure, man, i'll pull over." we pull over. i open the car door. >> jimmy: oh, my goodness. >> empty exxon station. i'm projectile vomiting out the car. >> jimmy: so sorry. >> like, the kind of puking wh