I almost died at the Wall concert.
Really.
Nassau Colliseum, NY.
Accoustics were PERFECT.

Took the WMMR bus up. I was 15 (or so), with
my older brother who was 18.

On a large mixture of chemicals.

LSD (or some very close equivalent, green windowpane),
very mellow, no speed. Triple dose. Both eaten and
liquified and snorted.

A bottle of wine.

A couple of codiene.

A lot of pot. Not like it really dents your head when
you are on acid, but it was a habit at that point.

Great seats. Exact center, 1st row of "boxes".

The had built the wall, and someone was standing on top,
playing "Comfortably Numb". Appropriate, ehh?

The player was backlit by a spotlight which shone into
the audience. On us.

My brother hands me a whippet. Nitrous oxide.
Laughing gas.

I take the hit and pass the balloon.

Time passes.

I start to sweat.

The stage gets further away.

The music gets muffled, like I've got earplugs in.
But then there seems to be a rushing noise.

My heart starts flutter.

The stage gets REALLY far away, and the tunnel vision
kicks in.

I start to wonder is anything is wrong.

I rationalize that it must be because the spotlight is
on us.

I start to worry.

Then I realize.

SHIT!

I'M NOT BREATHING!!!!!!

EXHALE!!!

INHALE!!!

Tell my brother: NO MORE WHIPPETS!!!

Another minute I'd be brain damaged. Another
after that and I'd be dead.