Go home, sleep, wake up, and celebrate 420 with the crew. Everyone put aside their differences, acted cordially, and formally thanked creation for what brings us together on so many occasions. Enough of that! Shower, change, and go back to LA for a rave. Not an electronic music festival, but a RAVE! Maybe I don’t even know what a real rave is or was or whatever, but California Love (by 26C) was hot-dark-dirty-n-loud and the Trance, House, Jungle and Hardcore blew up the venue from dusk till dawn. That’s close enough for me. I stayed in the Jungle room, but did manage to visit the House Room where Brenden and I split a pack of Mini-thin uppers to keep us springing past when nature intended. The Mini-thins kicked in and kept me moving until I felt the high one gets from dancing for so many hours. I stopped to watch the DJ mix and felt what I had not felt for so long. I felt The Rinse. All the energy in my body was drained away and with it went all my toxic feelings and concerns. I sprung and stopped to the snare for another hour until the Jungle Room was shut down. Upstairs I regrouped with Brenden and saw, through the halfway open door of the Orion, the most beautiful sky. The white sky colored with a touch of cyan signaled the beginning of a new day full of hope and the end of a night that was burned for all it was worth 4,000 times over.

 

 

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