So many crackhead moments, so little time! I'm going to relay two moments. The first: One time I ended a long night of partying with 2 Ambien (sleeping pills). Last I remembered, I was at home in bed. Next thing I know - I'm locked out on my neighbors back porch with nothing but my cell phone. I then proceeded to make incoherent phone calls to everyone I knew to come rescue me. Crank was the lucky winner. Unfortunately, I forgot to call the other people I had called and inform them I had been rescued. Madame Millie showed up about 1/2 later wondering where in the heck I was! The second time was Danny Howell's at Vinyl Labor Day a few years ago. Lets just say it was a loooong night, with lots of chemical detours. At any rate, after one rather unfortunate detour, I came to hugging the arm of the ugliest guy in the room and possibly all of NYC. Think gold chain wearing, hairy Guido with no shirt on, a beer belly and completely buckled teeth! The best part? I came to with all my friends laughing at me! Sauvee, A1Wave, etc. *sigh* In my defense, the guy did have nice biceps!