First post in 3 years.
I simply want to share an experience I went through while at a "mini-rave" house party last SOMEDAY. It had been almost 1 year since I had rolled and several friends of mine (all 16) decided to organize and throw a house party since the rents were gone for approx 10 days.
Our mission was to begin the X-Mas break with a euphoric party that would open up a new world to many of our friends who were new to drugs and xtc in general. We had $700 (40 pack) worth of Grey Ghosts and a table top filled with pacifiers, glowsticks, fruits, beads and all the trendy rave necessities. It was initially invite only. The house was 2-story - chill out room was the master - the living room was the light show and upstairs was the dancefloor, ehanced by multiple strobes and black lights and a thumping sound system. The majority of those invited popped 1 at about 7pm (including myself). It was quite amazing seeing the most unexpected friends allowing themselves to reach alter-states of being with utmost trust and regard for their 1st time.
So the night rolled on (about 1 am), no pun intended, and many of us were on our 2nd tab. At this point, several people were going through the most significant and life changing experiences of their lives (the newbs). Also at this point, many uninvited people lingered about the house. Smoking pot outside, doing lines of free coke upstairs. A 15-16 year old party hosting a chill-out ground for many 19-22 year olds. My friend was even conducting a drive-by E service, selling tabs left and right to people he had never seen (he sold more than 40 that night - he had more than that 40 pack.) Skipping all the fine details - like a friend of mine in a state of trance, rolling balls (minor brain seizure - it was his first time - I asked him how he felt - he said "better than ever before") - it was about 2:30 am and I was outside AGAIN (i love the feeling of the cool 50 degree air and I had to frequent the backyard to smoke cigs to bring it back up) - there were 3 of us out there. 1 of special h-town scene significance. We had already noticed a large gathering of cars + people on the other side of the fence, on the street. Next thing we knew, these strangers were all piling over the fence. One of us approached them to greet someone he thought he knew. He was abruptly drop-kicked in the face and fell to the ground motionless. Me and the other dude backed up. The strangers were accusing us of creating problems - "i hear there is a problem" "we heard otherwise" they said. "We arent part of anything" "we have nothing to do with this" I said. Then 2 of them rushed my friend and started beating him down. There was nothing he could do. Another friend of mine rushed through the door wanting to find out wtf was going on. He was greeted with a swift blow to the face and he fell to the dirt, motionless. I was the last one left. One of the agressors fronted me - I backed off - he sat me down on the ground - took off my glasses and shocked me with a powerful blow to the face, fracturing my nose. Blood poured from my nose and seeped into my mouth. Puddles of blood everywhere. Where the first victim fell, the 3rd - me. Blood on the cement. Next thing I knew, the strangers had ditched, peeling away - all 15 of them. - We ran inside after regaining consciousness. "LEAVE EVERYTHING AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE - THE COPS ARE COMING" we shouted. People had no clue what the hell was going on - it all happened so fast. People were sleeping upstairs, one was still in a semi-state of trance. We left for 30 min. The cops never came. That was an INSTANT HIGH KILLER - and we, the victims were peaking while it happened.
This is a very choppy, one-sided, and poor account of what had occurred that night. Sorry for the poor grammar and sentence structure. But let me explain to you what happened.
Those "strangers" were friends of the dealer who was letting people snort free lines of his coke upstairs. Remember ? Apparently, my friend, the host of the party had to escort him out because it was getting to out of hand. The dealer was cool about it, some of said bye, he didnt take it very seriously. Well, he came back about 4 hours later with his friends. They were all coked up. They had to find a way to vent their aggression and anger. Thats what coke does to you. It makes you want to release all the anger you build up. They were completely irrational, running and shouting - fronting - ignoring every bit of sense and every bit of compromise we offered. They were scary. They were 5 or 6 years older than I - and they were coked up.
The scariest realization was not that I had fractured my nose, or that my friends were bloody and bruised - glasses broken, phones and money stolen. It was the realization that these men were so blown - so irrational - so aggressive - that we were lucky. What stopped them from pulling out knives? - What stopped them from pulling out guns? - What if we would have retaliated? What if we would have thrown just ONE punch or ONE shove. We would have been ended. We took the beating like men. We didnt complain much - we were big - we took the hits knowing that facing a large group of coke fiends - we stood no chance.- we didnt cry or call on our "backups" or our "hookups" - we did not want to wage a war. We simply cleaned up, calmed down, and finished off the night. Ofcourse, the following days braught about severe depression. But im ready for another day ^_^ - when we do it again.
[ 26 December 2002: Message edited by: tyc0 ]
[ 26 December 2002: Message edited by: tyc0 ]
I simply want to share an experience I went through while at a "mini-rave" house party last SOMEDAY. It had been almost 1 year since I had rolled and several friends of mine (all 16) decided to organize and throw a house party since the rents were gone for approx 10 days.
Our mission was to begin the X-Mas break with a euphoric party that would open up a new world to many of our friends who were new to drugs and xtc in general. We had $700 (40 pack) worth of Grey Ghosts and a table top filled with pacifiers, glowsticks, fruits, beads and all the trendy rave necessities. It was initially invite only. The house was 2-story - chill out room was the master - the living room was the light show and upstairs was the dancefloor, ehanced by multiple strobes and black lights and a thumping sound system. The majority of those invited popped 1 at about 7pm (including myself). It was quite amazing seeing the most unexpected friends allowing themselves to reach alter-states of being with utmost trust and regard for their 1st time.
So the night rolled on (about 1 am), no pun intended, and many of us were on our 2nd tab. At this point, several people were going through the most significant and life changing experiences of their lives (the newbs). Also at this point, many uninvited people lingered about the house. Smoking pot outside, doing lines of free coke upstairs. A 15-16 year old party hosting a chill-out ground for many 19-22 year olds. My friend was even conducting a drive-by E service, selling tabs left and right to people he had never seen (he sold more than 40 that night - he had more than that 40 pack.) Skipping all the fine details - like a friend of mine in a state of trance, rolling balls (minor brain seizure - it was his first time - I asked him how he felt - he said "better than ever before") - it was about 2:30 am and I was outside AGAIN (i love the feeling of the cool 50 degree air and I had to frequent the backyard to smoke cigs to bring it back up) - there were 3 of us out there. 1 of special h-town scene significance. We had already noticed a large gathering of cars + people on the other side of the fence, on the street. Next thing we knew, these strangers were all piling over the fence. One of us approached them to greet someone he thought he knew. He was abruptly drop-kicked in the face and fell to the ground motionless. Me and the other dude backed up. The strangers were accusing us of creating problems - "i hear there is a problem" "we heard otherwise" they said. "We arent part of anything" "we have nothing to do with this" I said. Then 2 of them rushed my friend and started beating him down. There was nothing he could do. Another friend of mine rushed through the door wanting to find out wtf was going on. He was greeted with a swift blow to the face and he fell to the dirt, motionless. I was the last one left. One of the agressors fronted me - I backed off - he sat me down on the ground - took off my glasses and shocked me with a powerful blow to the face, fracturing my nose. Blood poured from my nose and seeped into my mouth. Puddles of blood everywhere. Where the first victim fell, the 3rd - me. Blood on the cement. Next thing I knew, the strangers had ditched, peeling away - all 15 of them. - We ran inside after regaining consciousness. "LEAVE EVERYTHING AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE - THE COPS ARE COMING" we shouted. People had no clue what the hell was going on - it all happened so fast. People were sleeping upstairs, one was still in a semi-state of trance. We left for 30 min. The cops never came. That was an INSTANT HIGH KILLER - and we, the victims were peaking while it happened.
This is a very choppy, one-sided, and poor account of what had occurred that night. Sorry for the poor grammar and sentence structure. But let me explain to you what happened.
Those "strangers" were friends of the dealer who was letting people snort free lines of his coke upstairs. Remember ? Apparently, my friend, the host of the party had to escort him out because it was getting to out of hand. The dealer was cool about it, some of said bye, he didnt take it very seriously. Well, he came back about 4 hours later with his friends. They were all coked up. They had to find a way to vent their aggression and anger. Thats what coke does to you. It makes you want to release all the anger you build up. They were completely irrational, running and shouting - fronting - ignoring every bit of sense and every bit of compromise we offered. They were scary. They were 5 or 6 years older than I - and they were coked up.
The scariest realization was not that I had fractured my nose, or that my friends were bloody and bruised - glasses broken, phones and money stolen. It was the realization that these men were so blown - so irrational - so aggressive - that we were lucky. What stopped them from pulling out knives? - What stopped them from pulling out guns? - What if we would have retaliated? What if we would have thrown just ONE punch or ONE shove. We would have been ended. We took the beating like men. We didnt complain much - we were big - we took the hits knowing that facing a large group of coke fiends - we stood no chance.- we didnt cry or call on our "backups" or our "hookups" - we did not want to wage a war. We simply cleaned up, calmed down, and finished off the night. Ofcourse, the following days braught about severe depression. But im ready for another day ^_^ - when we do it again.
[ 26 December 2002: Message edited by: tyc0 ]
[ 26 December 2002: Message edited by: tyc0 ]
