“Buckle up your chin straps, kids.” Cinch passes the plate to Astrid. “Cocaine, alcohol, and new friends amount to more than a few hours, because everyone will have fresh lies to tell.” The first hour of the session consists of Cinch performing his best bits from Jimmy Stewart to George Bush. Whenever he runs out of material, either Astrid or I willingly takes over. No one moves except to reach to the right and pass to the left.