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12/12/11(Mon)10:53:14 No.708283Reformed
basement dweller here. Spent 6 years in a room before getting blackly
depressed at 20 and forcing myself out of the house before I did
something terrible. Somehow found myself in university, making friends.
I
haven't enjoyed a single house-party I've been to. I dunno. I' still a
fairly anxious person, and I can't quite cut loose in those.
Concerts
are concerts. You go, alone or with friends, you listen to the music,
maybe dance, have a few drinks, leave feeling great.
Raves? Raves
are fucking fantastic. Last year at three in the morning I found myself
being dragged, very drunk, through the forest by a friend, who lead me
into a clearing. Hundreds of people dancing around campfires to
crazy-loud drum and bass. I scored some MDMA off a guy there and me and
my friend buzzed our faces off, dancing, laughing, talking shit with
absolute strangers who are now your best friends ever, linked as you are
with this marvelous substance. |