We were outside the hotel room, smoking cigarettes and a drinking beers. I had an empty Coors can for an ashtray. So, being piss drunk I ashed in a freshly cracked can. Actually, the entire butt made it in. What did I do? Drank it. I even dropped in a pinch of the speed salt I took from Bonneville, to which point Sylvan wanted a few swigs. It was a moment.