My notes for this strip reveal that “Hallucinogenist” was a word I made up, but sadly I was not the first to do so.
An amateur caught in this situation might attempt to think things out rationally.
Their boots, they might reason, must simply have been glued to the ceiling.
Perhaps this was due to a practical joke. Or some such other sensible explanation.
But look! My hair is falling up, not down.
And that doesn’t make any kind of rational sense at all.
It’s little tells like this that the seasoned hallucinogenist quickly learns to live by.