"So we were walking down Whyte Ave, totally high on nutmeg—"
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Yeah, high on nutmeg—"
"Nutmeg! Are you sure?"
He stops. "Well, we were high, but, yeah, I'm sure. Anyways, I'm walking, and my legs get all twisted. I sort of stumble over the curb and I say, 'Look, guys, I'm trippin!'"
Trippin? No, that's bad. And nutmeg? I just never knew.