Notable moments of buffoonery, you knew everything would explode inside its entrails, underlining honesty with referential drips from a ghoulish cloister. You are likelier to commit a felony if you start with breaking your innards’ windows, the conventional wisdom goes, but the blowhole braggard at the bar thinks that’s ridiculous, his fading entreaty, his decaying voice intertwined with unexpectedly loud commercials from the overhead televisions taking unscheduled commercial breaks from a thrilling Major League baseball match pitting constipation against witheringly emptied human beings dressed as carrots and ducks and handing out health food flyers in Times Square for $8 an hour