I don't get it. The drugs wore off. I got up and dressed after a cookie and juice which I didn't want. Then Tami took me home. I remember it all including a noisy recovery room full of people farting long and loud. Some were messed up by the drugs. One guy went out to his ride in a wheel chair.

The first time I had one I was awake throught he entire procedure. My nephew met me, walked me to the subway and I went home mildly high but so was half of NYC.