Kyle pops his first Ritalin the night before college finals. Ike tells him to take two with breakfast but Kyle is feeling adventurous so he takes three and spends the next sixteen hours cycling through Wikipedia pages about nuclear holocaust when he's supposed to be studying. It's as close to a k-hole as he'll ever come.
When he wakes up some immeasurable amount of time later, he can recall everything he read with startling clarity. Unfortunately, tests are over.
"This is why drugs are bad," he reminds Ike during break.
Ike scoffs. "Or maybe you're just bad at doing drugs."