remember your first time? i was alone, on my own, since only 1 of my mates goes to parties, sitting on the steps outside the venue. i munched this tiny little piece of heaven, and i sat there and waited, anxiously, scared as all fuck of what might happen to me. time passed, and i started to feel these little tiny tingles all over me. was it just my mind trying to reassure me that something good was gonna happen? or was this the beginning? i sat some more, and made a new friend, a little skinny guy with a cigarette in his mouth, a caribee backpack about half his size slung over his shoulder. he sat with me, reassured me that it was gonna be fun. i tried to get up. and fell. the tingles had turned to rushes, and i knew i was on my way to that place, you know the one. my jaw started to clench and a huge grin spread across my face, even walking felt good. i talked to people, hugged people, smiled at people, and even had a dance. i sat with a girl and talked for a couple of hours, and then i came back to reality, left with a warm afterglow, a feeling of content, of knowing that there was this place i could go with likeminded people. the warmth of the sun shining down on me as i walked to the tram, the smile i got from the girl at the tramstop, and the interrogation i got from my mum when i got home.
my first time, and i've never looked back...