rave on, it's a crazy feelin'
I, the Man Who Knoweth No Shame, am embarrassed to the point of a skin rash to map out the convoluted path which led me to my first-ever rave last evening in Portland. There I stood, awash in a high-tech liquid light show which seemed designed to trigger my long-dormant epilepsy, amid a crowd of beatific teen Caucasians and the odd socialized-as-Caucasian or two. I must say I enjoyed the beat, although I wished that there would have been more than one.
A social archetype I've come to label as "Dr. Buzz"...you know the type...a nerd in high school until they learned EVERYTHING there is to be known about illegal drugs, right down to their molecular structure, politely explained to me the difference between MDA, MDMA, DMT, and, I think, DMX, or maybe it was Run-DMC.
Seeing as the temperature has been in the mid-90s here for a couple days, slowly broiling my brains into ivory-colored scrambled eggs, I was shocked at the utter lack of violence at this event, so naturally I fled.
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