Similarly, his comic foil for four decades and counting, Tommy Chong, still seems like he’s emerging from a purple haze when he speaks with Rolling Stone around the same time of day, about a week later.
where he is in California, and despite his chipper demeanor, he says, “I’m just drowsing into consciousness here.” “Hello, Jack in the Box! What the fuck’s up?” he bellows in his trademark gritty voice.
When Cheech Marin picks up the phone, he’s already in character.
