So, I went to this party on Saturday night� It was the first one I went to since Imagine in June. For me, that�s a really LENGTHY break. Everything at this party was fine. I thought the decorations were a big step up from the last time I came to that venue. Water was a bit pricey, but hey, what are you gonna do? I felt this crew, this party, really had it together�. EXCEPT FOR END.
I ended up staying a little longer than expected because some commotion outside the warehouse resulted in a big-rig and a couple of cop cars that blocked my car from the exit. I figured it was no big deal, I�d just go back in and hang out for another hour or so� maybe catch the rest of D-dawg�s set. Upon leaving the second time an hour later, I saw some people trying to revive this guy who looked really unresponsive. I remembered that this was the same guy who had been sitting in the same spot since I came to the party� about 2 � hours ago. So I stopped. (For some reason, I�m always stopping for people. Like on the road, I�m constantly pulling over for people that I see passed out lying face down on the sidewalk. I don�t know why but, I always notice things like that.) All I wanted was a little response from this guy. You know, just a blink, a moan, a �give me a light show, I�m just rolling really hard.� I got a little worried. His friend turned around and said, �Don�t worry, he�s okay, he�s just rolling really hard.� 30 seconds later he still wasn�t responding so I checked the temperature of his forehead. It wasn�t super hot, it was actually kinda cold and clammy. To me, that means that he�s cold on the outside and extremely HOT on the inside. (That�s how I get when I have a fever.) So I suggested, we should take off his sweatshirt. By now, I could tell we were getting bit more worried by the urgency in our voices, including my own. His one friend turned to me and said, �Hey, his name is Joe.� (To respect his privacy, I won�t give his real name). So I grabbed Joe�s head between my two hands, got face to face with him, and asked him if he was okay. Actually, it was more like I shouted if he was okay. He couldn�t support his head at all; his eyes opened for a couple seconds but they were completely dilated and they just stared back empty at me. Call me crazy, but I knew then that this guy, Joe, needed some help. And not just bringing him upstairs where there was a couch to lay down on. I was thinking more like paramedic. Then, two more of Joe�s friends came along and said, �Why are you guys trippin�? He�s just in a K-HOLE. This is what you do when you�re in a K-HOLE.� Correct me if I�m wrong, but you don�t K-HOLE for 2 � hours (and that�s only the length of time that I saw him passed out in the corner). And let�s just say he was merely in a K-HOLE, you would think he would respond just a tiny bit after pouring water on his head, taking off his sweatshirt, two guys trying to carry him upstairs. But more than that, you would think that the �friends� who came to the party with him; who KNEW he was in a K-HOLE, would be sitting by his side just to monitor and make sure he�s okay. No. He was left passed out in the hall way while his buds enjoyed the party. A perfect stranger came along and they assisted by simply giving his name. Why weren�t they by his side checking his pulse? Why didn�t they lay him on the floor and stick his sweatshirt underneath his head? Why didn�t they want to call for REAL help? I really hate to think that his friends were too absorbed in their fun, their partying, that they abandoned him. I wonder where they were when the police officer started yelling, �Get the fuck out of here. The party is over.� Sure his friends were there for the fun part, but I wonder if they stuck around when things got serious. I walked out of there with a heavy heart, thinking that irresponsible party people like this deserve to have their party broken up. But it wasn�t the whole party� it was just that guy and his friends. It hurt me to hear people saying as I walked out the door, �Oh well, it went to 3:00, that�s longer than usual.� Or, �Dammit, that stupid guy shut down the party.� I didn�t hear, �Is he alright?� or �I hope he�s going to be okay.� I felt like it was everyone for themselves. My friends, I urge you, I exhort you; be responsible when you�re using drugs. If you�re going to get super messed up, bring along responsible friends. Or at least compassionate ones. And be aware of how much you�re taking! Honestly, I swear by experience, you do not need to take an incapacitating amount of drugs to have a good time. I pray that this story that I�ve shared with you will have touched you or your friends so that it doesn�t happen again. I know that folks on the D-List are for the most part, pretty responsible people. Please share your knowledge with people who are new to the scene, and people who don�t know how to take care of themselves and others. I think that�s where the �L� comes from in PLUR. love----------->rose:p ps. If anyone knows if "Joe" is alright, I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me know. 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