Tonight I went to a party where everyone was high.

Black eyes surrounded me.

People's energy was flying.

I could feel a thought across the room from someone looking at me. I've never been concious of this before.

It was sublime, that is, beautiful and terrifying.

To be the sober one in a crowd of crack-heads is incredible. I felt like Little Red Riding Hood.

But in their eyes, I probably looked something wobbly and stretched out with technicolor sunrays.