When you need to get a tattoo, or really any surgery, and you’re not in Vietnam on the battlefield being shot at by the Vietcong. You probably don’t need your weird RiffRaff, Kevin Federline, clown-like southern trash friend who probably does a lot of meth while fucking his sister, to knock you the fuck out, because it’s a pretty shitty anesthetic, probably better to just do sedatives, like horse tranquilizers you steal from the barn down the street, you redneck fuck…