Ah, but that vortex can drop down anywhere, not just the back alleys and abandoned playgrounds of the mean streets. It can whip up in a second floor office next to Wingra Creek, circa 1976. I can see Dr. B's big goofy face hovering above, gently lowering the "Ronald McDonald nose" onto my face and telling me that in a few minutes, I'll feel "just like Peter Pan, floating in the clouds". Ohhh, my sweet sweet laughing gas, rescue me from this dentist chair and I promise I'll be back in 6 months with a couple more cavities.
Nitrous Oxide. My gateway drug.