Perhaps Harmony Korine was right. Perhaps the entire post-adolescent planet is rife with drugged out losers who’d rather drink, smoke, screw and mimic their viral video idols than do anything remotely productive with their pre-living in their parent’s basement lives. Perhaps escape is more important that enterprise. Maybe are we a community so cynical that myths and legends are no longer feared, but instead form the basis of a night’s acid-fueled fun. Maybe we adults dropped the ball. Perhaps there is nothing we could have done to stop it. But as the amazingly effective Toad Road argues, a life lost in the pharmaceutical haze of aimless arrested development is destined to be destroyed, or at the very least, deferred. Of course, it’s also easy to believe that few will find the circumstances scary, since they are absolutely so surreal.