I can't really put in words, the way ur story made me feel. Been there, done that. I wont go into my own story too much cause it'd feel out of place in your thread. Its enought to know that I spent many years as a full-time raver, broke and parentless and I loved the way you really understood what its all about. So many just see one big party where everyone is friends. Most dont want to see, the fear, uncertianty and utter dependence on others. I myself got out of it in the nick of time, having sold drugs myself and having been wasted for years with virtually no break. Getting out was almost impossible... I only made my escape with the help of my family, and we all payed a lot. My family in emotional stress a cash. I myself found myself 20000km away from home in australia. All alone...
It breaks my heart to think of those who stayed behind. Few made it out, many died which hurts a lot, but it is those who stayed in the scene and still live who I feel sorry for the most, for they are nothing but a mirror image of themselves and the way they used to be. They are now those "bums" we used to avoid, who started just like us, but after years and years on the street, they'd eat shit if it'd make them hi.
Thanx Ashke for really telling the story of so many beautyful people, who will never be able to tell their story themselves. I tried many times, but I could never find the words and now I find you found them for me.