When my older sister and I were teenagers in the nineties, she would often bring me along on her late-night adventures around Eugene, Oregon: dancing at a rave in a closed salon, sneaking into downtown’s tallest building to see the view, hanging out in an old graveyard. On occasion, when a partygoer’s acid trip spiraled into a screaming fit or we came across someone passed out in the street, we would call CAHOOTS: Crisis Assistance Helping Out On The Streets, Eugene’s alternative to a police response for non-violent crises.