It's all about timing...

Doesn't it just send chills up your spine when you are peaking on LSD, standing in the kitchen of a suburban home with your college roommate and his mom, thinking about synchronicity and the timing of things when the mom turns to you, looks you straight in the eye and with a seemingly manic smile on her face says, "It's all about timing, isn't it, John?"

What was that phrase? "Fucking eh?"