My college floormate, who looked like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo, always shared his stash with me. It never did anything for me. One Saturday night, a group of us went to a midnight reading of Dante's Inferno at The Cathedral of Saint John the Divine and luxuriated in a row of ornate Gothic wooden thrones while the pipe organ thundered around us. I still didn't feel anything.
Chupa and his friend Jonic spent the evening singing and jamming along to Daniel Caesar’s “Get You,” which requires a lot of falsetto and features the lyric, “everything I need's . . . between . . . those thighs.”