I really have to apologize to those of you who have come here over the last month to see a cartoon, and found none.  I was locked out as a webmaster, as idiot me could’nt remember my password.  The site’s builder helped me resolve it, finally, and we can get on with our story - sorry, everybody.    Peppered through Ian’s adventures here are, of course, some of the things that’ve crossed my mind at big parties, especially the moment where you discover, “hey - I’m not such a bad dancer after all - thanks, E!”.  Although the stuff these days is a real mixed bag (scared of the stuff now, have’nt touched it in a few years), original E had pure MDMA in it, and that could lend itself to some pretty deep insights like, “Gosh, I’m just as beautiful - in my own way - as everybody else!”.    Anyone else with observations into those days?