I don't partake in the magic powder anymore either. But I know I "left it all on the field" so to speak. No dragons to chase for me.
I'm lucky to be alive honestly. That was a long time ago but I have a permanent heart condition from that very weekend I was referring to.
Picture a pile of white powder about the size of a standard piece of copy paper and maybe 2-3 in (5-6cm) high. We didn't even finish it and there were as I recall 14 of us in vegas that weekend. (Plus a few strippers and whores who were with us at various times)
I'm lucky I didn't go to jail that weekend. my friend's nose started pouring blood like a water fountain and he insisted on calling for help. Within a short time (no exaggeration I swear) we had hotel security, Emt, fire and police in the room.... with unrolled blunts everywhere, more pills than I could recall (ecstasy, xanax, adderrol, etc) those hooker cards all over the place, the shower cap was covering the smoke detector, room completely trashed and the biggest pile of white powder (of course with straws and rolled up bills and probably a card of some sort) I had ever scene on a cafeteria tray on top of the tv, with the tv door shut, which thankfully none of the aforementioned people opened whilst they were snooping around and taking it all in.
Good times.