i was sober against my will for 15 hours yesterday. My suffering was compounded by the fact that I had the money and couldn't get a thing, and the fact that my friend mike was there suffering too. we made a gandolf pipe from a tree. we tye-dyed a bunch of shirts, and then we started getting all tense and crazy. it was like a trip! we rode in circles on scooters and bikes and things, and sat in my yard until 1am trying to get like 3 different people to bring bud. we gave up, went home and BAM his brother has a bag he wants to sell. SO HAPPY. that's the way it goes. i never want to be that sober again unless there's something to do.