It's hard to say. A hangover is probably not the best time to test my vision.

[ He lifts his hands, clasping them behind his head, the poster boy of smuggery. ]

Buuuut I think there's something you missed. The white turned to black, the black turned to red, but the iris - the part people usually care about - didn't change at all. Still as gray as ever. Pretty much, no matter what you try to change about me, I'm always going to be me at the end of the day.