 King Kong was, if I were to equate it to something modern day, it would probably be like PCP, hallucinative. And these guys would drink this King Kong, man, and every weekend, you'd have to look in the paper the next day to see who died that weekend because they would drink that stuff and go up to the roof and dive off like they did not. And then one day, I went to sleep, and I woke up. King Kong was gone, nowhere to be seen. But in this place came a thing called Heron, or a smack of mud