69 lines
4.0 KiB
Plaintext
69 lines
4.0 KiB
Plaintext
|
/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\
|
||
|
|
=| T.Y.M.E. - Twisted Young Minds Expand | #62 by vYrus | 04/17/96 |=
|
||
|
|
\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Rave Reviews
|
||
|
|
\=--------=/
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
last weekend i went to san diego to visit my favorite person in the world.
|
||
|
|
pinguino. i had a great time with her. and while we were there, we went to
|
||
|
|
a rave at the world beat center. this is my story.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
scraping and crunching along the parking lot, pinguino dragged the under-
|
||
|
|
side of the car across a curb that she didn't know existed. didn't seem like
|
||
|
|
a good start to the night. we arrived at the door, showed up at the wrong
|
||
|
|
one, and got in the right line all by 8:30. we stood in line, watching
|
||
|
|
people sucking on nitrous-filled balloons and generally freaking out. the
|
||
|
|
line behind us grew to over a hundred people, and at 9:30, they began lettin
|
||
|
|
us in. we made it through the door at about 9:45, deep into a room chock
|
||
|
|
full of blacklights and psychedelic pinups. crazy.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
we snapped a couple pictures in the blacklight room, and went outside to
|
||
|
|
check out what was going on. a free mixing table was outside, and i dis-
|
||
|
|
tinctly remember hearing an excellent remix of "1979" by smashing pumpkins.
|
||
|
|
pooling our money, me, saiine, a guy named billy, and a guy named mike all
|
||
|
|
bought a few hits of acid and split them up. i got a half a dose, like all
|
||
|
|
the other guys, and i was freaking out nicely. i didn't actually get out on
|
||
|
|
the floor and start moving until keoki began spinning. the acid was taking
|
||
|
|
it's effect and i was loving it. i thrashed around for a good long time (i
|
||
|
|
can't for the life of me remember times, i only checked the time once every
|
||
|
|
few hours), and afterward crashed in the "chill room" with ping, billy, mike,
|
||
|
|
saiine, and a bunch of other people.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
strangers at raves are the best type of people you will ever meet. they
|
||
|
|
are friendly, and will talk to you at the drop of a hat. water was being
|
||
|
|
passed freely, cigarettes were bummed, and people just kept on going. it was
|
||
|
|
a free trade session, and nobody minded. the most common question i was
|
||
|
|
asked by someone i didn't know was "so what are you on?". the drugs most
|
||
|
|
often mentioned were acid and extascy. other people were on various others.
|
||
|
|
few others were on crank, and pure MDMA. one guy i met was on two lines of
|
||
|
|
pure MDMA and several doses of acid at once. his name was max. off in the
|
||
|
|
corner, a fucked up couple was snorting crack off a switchblade, and one
|
||
|
|
girl next to me for a little while was freaking out because someone had
|
||
|
|
laced her x with herion.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
after coming back the first time from some hardcore dancing, i popped four
|
||
|
|
pills of herbal x. that got me feeling really weird. later on that night,
|
||
|
|
someone was kind enough to roll a fat j and pass it around the group. i got
|
||
|
|
nicely stoned off that. three drugs were enough for me that night, and i
|
||
|
|
just sat there spinning for several hours. pinguino was concerned, but she
|
||
|
|
went off for almost an hour and danced her ass off to dj trance's spinning.
|
||
|
|
everyone thought she was passed out or dead. but everything was cool, and
|
||
|
|
she came back sweaty as hell and running on major adreniline and herbal x.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
dancing to rave music is a rush. being on drugs amplifies it. you can do
|
||
|
|
absolutly anything you want and nobody will care. just don't let a circle
|
||
|
|
form around you or else you'll have to do some pretty fancy breaking to meet
|
||
|
|
to crowd's expectations. i was just going off, and ping was going pretty
|
||
|
|
wild herself, and we were loving it. i can't even dance, and i was just
|
||
|
|
tearing shit up.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
some of my favorites at the rave:
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
favorite t-shirt: "tweekers suck"
|
||
|
|
favorite person: pinguino
|
||
|
|
favorite dj: john e. thin
|
||
|
|
favorite quote: "eat it! don't waste it, eat the fucking thing!" (story
|
||
|
|
below)
|
||
|
|
favorite drug: acid
|
||
|
|
favorite outfit
|