I was still working in mental health, doing three 10pm to 8am's fri,sat, sunday- graveyard shifts. I got home that monday and my best friend called me and asked me if I wanted to go to Louisiana for a Tool concert(he had an extra ticket). We linked up an hour later with one of his buds and drove from Bama to Shreveport in a beat up panel van...uncomfortable as hell. The drive took like 12 or so hours I think, we were on a number of mind altering substances so it is tough for me to remember time clearly. I know we had just enough time to check into our hotel, get a quick shower and snag some food before the show...no real rest for me except the little naps I caught in the van. The show was awesome, the air thick with humidity but it felt cold inside the amphitheater even though I was sweating like hell. I remember the music feeling like it was pulsing right through me, the visual effects are just a blur in my mind but I just stood there and soaked it in. After the show was a night of debauchery I've yet to match, we made it back home the next evening. If I ever get the chance to see them again, I'll jump at it.