In an effort to relieve himself of the memory of getting seduced and later humiliated by a morbidly obese woman, he locked himself in his room, took triple the recommended dose of acid and put on Tales From Topographic Oceans in infinite loop, only to have such a disastrously unsettling trip that he shaved himself, sold all his possessions, and took up residence in a dingy boarding house in an undisclosed location known only to myself and Dick Cheney.