You stay drunk and high for two and a half gloryous weeks! You float on a cloud of colors. You have been painting while fucked up at home. You wish you could sell your work for hundreds of dollars each. Then you could live like this all the time. You do end up selling a painting to a friend. You sell it cheap since its a buddy who helps you out. One hundred bucks nets him a work that he will later sell for six hundred after your death.