As we walked out the door and into the cold 2am air and still full
parking lot, we passed a group of 18 year olds in black baggy pants
that were cut off at the bottoms and died black spikey hair that
contained a over whelming amount of gel that would be considered
excessive even for animal testing subjects. Each one aggressively
smoking the brand of cigarette that best suited their personality.
I'm
sure that earlier in the night they had talked about the deeper
undertones of Jim's camel lights and why he made the switch from
regulars to lights and this conversation most likely took place in the
back seat of Buddy's Honda CRX as Jim attempted to ash out drivers side
front window that was cracked at the top knowing good and well that
most of the ash never made it out of the car (as frank-e and lance
taking about good places to purchase glow sticks for under 2 dollars)
but rather blowing directly back into the car. this was fine though
because buddy never sat in the back seat and other than that onr time
he installed those two ten inch subs in the truck (purched from his
older brother's friend chubbs for 17 dollars and 3 hits of "E" that
would later contribute to a 13 hour hospital stay) wired directly to
the battery with no fuss or even an attempt to hide the bright red
positive wire running the length of the car.
No these types of
details were not important to your average rave ( and i use this term
loosely) goer. No, they were all about the bigger picture and by bigger
pictures I'm talking about brightly colored glow stick, XXXL button up
shirts with their marvel comic super hero of choice on them that they
paid 50 bucks for (10 of which consisted or loss change) at the local
mall, vans shoes with black felt tip marker art work on them, and that
NIN poster hung over their bed that their mom doesn't approve of and
hates looking at every time she goes into their room to retrieve dirty
dishes left on the floor with mac and cheese crusties on them. Yes,
this is what i mean by the bigger picture.
And as we passed this
group of rave goers i turned to my companion on the night and asked him
loudly enough for the group to hear over the crackle of the cherries of
their cigarettes as they in-hailed deeply filling their lungs with just
a little more black tar, "How is that case of STD's doing for you
lately, did you ever get that looked at......" his reply was immediate
and equally as absurd. The loud conversation that followed, to stupid
to repeat. but the reaction was minimal and either the group had all
in-hailed at the same time and the crackling was to over powering or
the conversation about buddy's body kit that he was going to install in
a couple months once he started working full time at blockbuster and
could afford it, was to intriguing. Regardless of the cause though this
was the reality of the night, everyone looking for that bigger, better,
cooler scene that could not appreciate the absurdity of the one that
they were now a part of. and this was just in the parking lot mind you.
Part
Two of this night takes place on the side with a far more complex
social hierarchy, were details such as volunteers being told to shut
off popcorn making machines by the 25cent pool tables superseded all
and bartender I like to call Sally knew far more than she wanted to let
on..........
Written by Dustin Briedwell
Published 1.10.08
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