This kind transformation does not last long. He drives home all buzzed up and he turns on his car stereo. It's preset to talk radio and he hears Mann Caulter raving hate, waving hate bait at the queers and liberals and squirrels. You snap out of this hippie love others crap instantly. You swerve your car to run down a squirrel crossing the road. Your blood is greasy with angry acids again. You munch a couple antacids to smooth your bubbling belly.