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We’re at the Dead & Company show in Queens.  I’m high as a kite and tripping my face off.  The band is playing fantastic and I’m grooving.  My friend is struggling.  I notice that he seems to be motionless.  I try to rouse him.  He almost appears to be falling into a diabetic coma.  I have another fan go find help but my friend comes, too.  I give him water and hope that he can settle down. 

Things swinging awry

tragedy is averted

ever so narrow

The show goes on.  A couple times I’m thinking that he will fade into a coma.  I’m tripping hard and thinking that it would be pretty bad if I had to go to the hospital with him.  That might force me to out myself. 

55 years old

I’m tripping my face off

Didn’t sign up for this

He spits up bile on himself.  I recommend getting him to medical but he doesn’t want it.  Finally the show ends and I have to guide us back to the subway to get back to Penn Station to take a train home.  He’s sick on the subway and I’m still seeing trails.  But we do make it home alive.  It makes me feel like things aren’t so bad.

55 years old

I’m tripping my face off

Didn’t sign up for this