Ayahuasca Twilight sport, ravenous to show in tainted lilies beyond the piano bench. Rain for days, profusion of yellow boxes that beat a tattoo on the roof of your car, the size of golf balls said that ever-happy newscaster. Your server takes a thousand orders a day, urinates in the gazpacho only when instructed by the mariachis dropping the C sharp in the third bar of “Like a Prayer” by two octaves. So far, no complaints, but four queries about …