You knew you had to do the sound engineering for the church in the morning, but you stayed up all night, figuring that the amphetamines would keep you awake enough to do it. You had snorted several lines of crushed up Adderall the night before, but just as the service is nearing an end you feel your heart race and an uncontrollable urge to vomit. You race down the stairs, through the basement, into the bathroom, and throw up profusely. You go to your father, who is an usher upstairs, and you tell him that you have to go to the hospital. He says, "Are you sure? Why? Did you take something?" And you reply, "Yes."