Will nobody else appreciate the brilliantly ironic tension between the scourge of the 'Flashback' drug, and the "I wish a buck was still silver" nature of the whole bad trip?

Here is an uncompromisingly in-your-face evocation of the withdrawal symptoms of the addict who has finally run out of mental flash-powder, and left to confront the irreparably broken horror of a universe in which the 1980s died.

Forever.