So I see the topic 'drug friends' written by Leecie, and think all of a sudden...
Hang on a minute…I’m one of them!
And then I gets to thinking about all the fantabulous little adventures I have had this year. Jet setting from rave to rave to Kitty’s apartment to rave, Oh My! I have been a busy little bee.
This year, raving and the rave culture has become a very large part of my life. And I occasionally drop by to such an event as Mystic 5/Eckythump/Utopia just to check that everything is in order, and then I start meeting all these freaks….why are they freaks? Because they’re just like me. When I ask them if they know how good track number 13 is on the first disc of the Trance Nation 5 cd, mixed by Ferry.
They know what I’m talking about!!
So yeah, after a while I’m starting to like these dudes, preferring no longer to label them as ‘freaks,’ and simply accepting their similar values and customs. So, me and my freaks (oops…arr fark it) we go out and dance, and talk about how good the shuffle button is on the cd player cause it’s like playing a new cd, and we dance, and Leecie gives me a chuppa chup, and I go looking for someone and can’t find them, then someone grabs me and says
Dude, fuck man! I been fucken looking for you for ages!! and then whoever it is gives me a big bear-like hug and someone takes a photo, and we all laugh, and someone points to me and says
Jeez I love you Mooch and I’m all like, well, your not too bad yourself, and then someone taps me on the shoulder and says,
oh my God it’s you!!! I haven’t seen you in ages!! And I’m like
Fark!!!! and I can’t remember her name, so I give her a really big ass hug, still trying to remember her name, but then I come to the overwhelming realisation of… ‘Fuck it’. She knows her name, and that’s all that counts. And then I see the usual sketchy gang looking sketchy So I say, jeez you guys are sketchy! Look what you have done to me! And then I say,
did I think that or say it??
Bang.
Smack.
And I’m forced onto my ass, laughing and rolling around on the concrete with someone like Cutiful, who starts chucking glowsticks at me, and I add the words “I’m so fucked” for the four billionth time, and then we all smile, and I sit back and think for one perfect moment, that
life cannot get any better than this…
And then I realise that these freaks are my friends, my real friends.
And I have to correct myself on the spot, because all of a sudden life has just got better.
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When i was asleep, a vampire climbed in through my window and bit me. The worst part was that after, he sat and chatted with me for three hours and then stole all my trance.
[This message has been edited by moocho (edited 13 November 2001).]
[This message has been edited by moocho (edited 13 November 2001).]