When I went back inside, it was like something from a Hieronymus Bosch painting. You could feel the panic, as people were vomiting everywhere. Hamish then came running up to me and told me, “Robbie’s real sick upstairs in the bathroom, Cher. Can you help us?” When I said Alan was sick too, he told me they’d taken the same drug. I have always been cool in a crisis. Hamish and I were the only ones who hadn’t done any drugs, so we went around trying to take care of everybody.
