You sneak off to the restroom to pop a couple tabs of LemonHeads. A bright yellow pill that knocks your head back strong taste of tart lemon and bitter alkaloids. You walk back into the living room where everyone is sitting on the floor and talking to way out crazy meta-social stuff. You listen with full and rapt attention. The first type of X is beginning to kick it. Camero dude brings out another round of blueberry budd. You still are not talking, just focusing on the high and the conversation and grinning at everyone. Excitement is building in the room. Barnswell puts on a C D by The Anwar Salad duo. The saxophone and piano songs bring thrill rushes through you. The music feels so good, seems so deep and meaningful. The album plays through while you get up and search for paper and pens. You retire to the corner and scribble away. Some people dance around you while you keep drawing. You draw the dancers. Your sketches look almost three dimensional. Sometimes dancers chill out for a bit, borrow your sketch book to check out the pics. They like them. You have lots of fun, everyone does. By the end of the night you are de-hydrated, you forgot to drink lots of water in your excitement and you are coming down with a depressed lethargy. You lay in bed for hours unable to sleep. Finally you drift off for many many hours.