Its sooo sketchyy.
I went to my first rave like 2 weeks ago,
HAVING the best time, ROLLING gnarly status.
yadda yadda.
so after the rave, im walking out of the Salt air,
and just hanging out waiting for my ride, talking to people about how awesome it was, and my friends like " hey, i got a secret for you"
so im like OKAY. (BIG ASS GRIN)
and shes like " that guy over there is a undercover cop"
and my heart dropped like an anchor.
omg was i scared.
So i get to looking at him.
and he really was!
He was like a fuckin' forty year old dude, dressed hella 80's, asking people the stupidest questions.
so yea, for sure keep your shit on the Down low.
Sorry for a big gay long story.
I felt compelled.