He then attempted to receive medical attention from the MSG doctors. They had never heard of acid and asked him to explain how he felt (which is impossible). They then determined they couldn't help, so he was presented with an option: walk out of MSG alone into times square at 11 pm, or go to the hospital.  He chose the latter. 

So, strapped to a stretcher, he is wheeled past the stage during velvet sea and is taken to the hospital.  Next to him is an African American youth who has been shot, and is screaming at all the nurses.  On the other side is a phish kid who is calling out to his imaginary friends. "hey Joe, mike, where are you guys?" This kid doesn't know where he is and is losing his mind. My friend is scared as hell, thinks he's going to die, and they put an IV in his arm. 

The tripped out kid rips the iv out of his own arm and blood is squirting everywhere.  Suddenly, 3 NYPD officers bring in a African American woman, who must have been 6'2" and 340. They are trying to hold her down and finally handcuff her to the hospital bed.  She is all dressed for new years and is trashed in all sorts of ways.  She convinces the cops to let her go to the bathroom, and as soon as they let her go, she tears down the hall and is tackled and brought back. 

This is the last straw for my friend, and he request to leave as he attempts to answer more questions about how he feels.  His friend is waiting in the waiting room, and my buddy can't believe he is not struggling as well.  It turns out he threw the gel on the floor.  And to top it off, they took the subway going the opposite direction to Coney Island and had to get a cab all the way to long island. Very unhappy new years.

 - Jonathan Donatelli