The singer-who-bullied-to-compensate-for-lack-of-talent, said to the drummer-who-stated-the-obvious would you like to do some heroin after the show with me and Foxglove? The drummer-who-stated-the-obvious was about to state this isn’t possible, you’re bluffing. Ok he said let’s do it and they went to the apartment of roadie-who-finished-all-scraps. There they cut up lines of heroin. Foxglove didn’t know one could snort it, this was new. It was a surprise realizing the singer-who-bullied-to-compensate-for-lack-of-talent really did acquire the famous dangerous drug and a relief to know syringes weren’t necessary to blend in. Later, when he had a second snort, it was too much. Instantly, he realized he lost something that ordinarily keeps a person being a person. It was like his body no longer was within his control and he tried to express the panic of this to the others. He also felt like he had to sleep very badly and was wobbly. The roadie-who-finished-all-scraps said don’t let Foxglove fall asleep or he could go into a coma. The singer-who-bullied-to-compensate-for-lack-of-talent reassured everyone he would take Foxglove home and stay awake all night until he came down. When they got to his loft, Foxglove started to throw up on the cement landing outside the metal doors of the warehouse and the singer-who-bullied-to-compensate-for-lack-of-talent promptly passed out. Over the next weeks and months, the main impression he had was how demystifying the first part of taking heroin was. It was not frightening, it felt nice and undramatic. It was later, when asked to do a second line that the rules changed and then the only intelligent thing to do was panic. It was similar to how the band felt before their big break and the later publishing contract where they no longer divided things evenly.