umm, my man Cliff, the greatest playa in the history of, well, history, the greatest human to have ever lived, defender of children and, umm,...puppies, inventor of air, water, and doritos, is sadly, no longer with us. no matter how much high altitude oaxacan one may smoke, a dinner and lively conversation with saint Cliff is not possible in this life, but mebbe in the next one. it's why i try to be good as i don't want to blow my chance for that. then, im bettin that we both order the same thing - champagne, caesar salad, rib-eye grilled black-and-blue, baked potato, sauteed mushrooms, chocolate mousse cake, and black coffee, followed by macanudo portofino sized spliffs, with a side order of laughter.