Rave

When I got my first invitation to a Rave, I didn't really know what to do with it. I had heard so many bad and good things about them, that I didn't know what to believe. It was my best friend John who had finally convinced me to go and loosen up a bit.

When we got there it was a little bit of everything I had heard. The air was laced with pot from many sources, the light were low and the music had a loud but instinctual rhythm to it. I didn't hesitate to try anything offered to me, and I think it was probably the last night of my true innocence.