I had the distinct pleasure of going by ambulance to the local ER back over the summer at 1 AM one Saturday night (morning?). At first, they put me in a room/holding cell with a guy tripping on acid (who even does that anymore?!) who had decided to try swimming across the bay to Fire Island. After they fished him out and brought him to the ER, he stood in the room with his arms outstretched screaming "I am Donald Trump!". That being more than anyone should reasonably be expected to endure (short of him actually being DT), I asked to be moved. My new room mate was a younger (early 20's) woman who very quickly told me she was there because she was an addict and had hit a bone while shooting into her foot, said bone quickly becoming very infected and she was now in danger of losing her foot. Being the addict that she was, and me being the nice guy I always am to (what was once) a fairly attractive young lady, she borrowed my phone (hers was dead) and proceeded to text everyone she knew asking them to bring her some junk at the hospital. As the night wore on and it became more and more apparent that I wasn't going to die there sandwiched in between Donald Trump and Janis Joplin, I couldn't help but wonder how many of you guys she'd already blown in her efforts to feed her habit. So, if any of you guys hook up with a one-legged blonde, do let me know. My parting words to her as I left the ER in the morning were "Your friends all have my #. Call if you ever need to make some money".