081413 #copperhead The weird thing is, I don't miss it. I did at first, for I guess I'd say about the first four or five days. I even kind of had some jitters. There was a raspy paper-bag hum or echo in my ears in the evening, a dry mouth in the morning, and a general feeling of missing something. But along with that unpleasantness came a strange sense of power. Like a raw edge—something had been cut away from me, or I had been pushed out of an airplane and for a while at least, I was flying.