I remember my first anxiety attack very clearly

I won't go into too many details about all that. You'll have to stay tuned for my memoir. I'll give you this: it involved a Holy Mountain show, boy with a bicycle, a soon to be empty bottle of whiskey and the knowledge that I was in way, way over my head.

That is neither here nor there though, really. It's just that, well, all day I've been having anxiety attacks and that combined with the waves of nausea and intense deja vu of that particular experience are making me absolutely nuts.

Okay. Just thought ya'll should know.