Walk me out in the morning, Jew

Jonny: I want to apologise for that last post.
You: What?
Jonny: I want to apologise for that last post. I didn't know what I was talking about. You know the closest I've been to psychedelic drugs is general anaesthetic. Mother of god! But I can't delete it. I'd feel like Winston Smith in Nineteen-Eighty Four whose job it job is to rewrite historical documents to match the constantly changing current party line. A marching band does the rounds through the shitty industrial park. I can hear them from my gulley. The tune merges with a police car's siren as it drives past.
You: Mother of god, the closest you've been to psychedelic drugs is your goddam imagination.