'04 was my first and worst. a few days after the coachella festival, on cinco de mayo to be exact, i burst a blood vessel in my lungs and coughed up close to a cup of blood between the time it started and the time i got to the e.r., which is right across the street. having the sensation of what feels like a sprinkler going off inside your lungs is so not cool! what is even worse is having your father running naked down the stairs that you are sitting as you are screaming for help. i guess i was fortunate that he was staying at my place that night, though. we all figure it was from inhaling so much dust over that festival weekend. i now bring a bandanna to cover my face up while walking around the grounds. since then i have only had some light streaking once or twice.