These are some intense stories folks. They are definitely worth hearing in my opinion. For some of us, it might even be a good thing just to tell them to let some of any pent up energies out, even if just a little bit.
The worst for me was having to babysit a friend who'd completely lost it and was walking around muttering, wearing a creepy facial expression, and following random girls. I followed him around like spy vs. spy for a couple of hours keeping him from messing with anyone, and finally got him back to the tent where I spent the entire night (was at phish nye 2000 in florida) talking my friend down, only to hear all these crazy stories about having sex with his sister, getting blowjobs from his friend as a kid, all this crazy stuff that would def. stick like poison on the inside of someone's heart, and then it crossed over into paranoia land, and it was like being in some PKD novel, he'd vascilate moment to moment thinking I was an fbi agent, and then next moment he'd be going on saying maybe he was the fbi agent and his memory was wiped out on purpose so that he could fulfill his mission...it was a really long night, and I was so glad when he finally ate enough xanax to pass out. By the time I stepped out of the tent, it was just starting to to get light out, and I really needed to take a shit. As I wondered over to the porta johns, Phish was playing the song Bug and the chorus was resonating to me, as I let a load of anxiety drop with my turds down into the fly infested mess below(Bug, it doesn't matter...Bug, it doesn't matter...). Then as I opened the toilet door, and step back outside I was greeted with the sky beginning to fill with sunlight, turning a sea of clouds completely purple and crimson shades, as Phish adeptly switched over to Velvet Seas. After the concert finished, I found the rest of the group, all of whom had completely abandoned my friend once he went over the edge, got us all packed up and took a short nap before having to start the long 2 day drive home. It was a long quiet ride, and I did most of the driving because everyone was a wreck except me. I dunno how many times I twisted my arm to keep my eyes open that night driving home. I was never more happy to be home after a weekend of partying, that's for sure...