"what a fuckin wierd week, dude!", i shouted to Aimee over the sound of wind rushing through car windows at 70 miles an hour. we were on our way back from the reverberating world of darkness into the light of early morning (actually it was 12 noon, but to us it was early...or late, depending on how you look at it). The light's brightness made me reflect on the events of the past five days: I had experienced pain (I got pierced), pleasure (I partied in San Diego), and a number of emotional roller-coaster rides (maybe I'll talk about that later). The climax of the week, however, was last night. I rounded up a couple carloads of people to join me in the Festivities at the Family 8 Year Anniversary party (Happy Birthday, Family!). After a couple of the usual unexpected sidetracks and stumbling blocks that occur without fail on the way to raves, we arrived on the scene at about 12:30 or 1:00am. On our way to the front gate, my car buddies and I ran into some old friends who I hadn't seen in a while, which is always a nice surprise. We then passed through security relatively unscathed (oh, what? there's security here? oh shit! oh wait, they aren't searching girls, its cool), and proceeded to weave our way through the crowded smokiness of the outdoor area towards the building that sheltered the dance floor. On the way, we ran into even more people I haven't seen in quite some time, and naturally conversation ensued...but after a couple minutes, Louis, Aimee, (my car buddies for the evening) and I got impatient and decided to go dance. We pushed the door of the building open and stepped inside.

I was immediately soaked in a lovely mix of bass and treble. Ahh, House! It had been too long since its lovely embrace had enveloped me. I smiled as my feet easily picked up the rhythm and began to carry me across the floor. I was slow and rusty at first, but after a little bit of warming up (and herbal refreshment) I was in tune with both my body and the music. In fact, I couldn't seem to stop dancing. I only stopped to watch other people who could dance well, or to continue the never-ending "refreshment" process.

While I was dancing something within me clicked...changed...altered...and my then present dance style morphed into something new. I didn't realize it at first, because it felt so natural, but when I did, the realization made me grin from ear to ear. the best part of the whole situation was that my new style was completely different from my old one, and i didn't even consciously try to change it. Though it was terribly primitive and in need of a lot of development, I saw how intricate it could become. The experience was exhilarating, and luckily some of my closest friends were there to witness it.

I would have danced all night in the warmth of the crowd and the glare of the wonderfully under lit warehouse, but I had to ride some coasters instead. I have decided not to go into the details of these stomach-turning events, because it's a touchy subject and I know none of you want to read about my petty little dramas, but I will say this: I was on the verge of destroying something that was once beautiful for the sake of my own personal freedom. Freedom is something people fight for, die for...dance for. I had to stop and ask myself, "Why am I squandering mine?" This very question meandered through my head as the night wore on, and even though I was agonizing over the answer, the party was so damn good, so simple, so Family, that I was able to toss the drama aside and just dance...and dance...and dance...till the inevitable coming of dawn and the end of the party.

The sun forces one to face reality, and that's what I looked straight in the eye today. After a long battle with myself, and those involved, I chose freedom and the unknown over comfort and the familiar. I'm still not sure if I chose the right path, for my heartaches over that which I have destroyed, yet at the same time it rejoices. I feel more like myself than I have in what feels like forever; wild and free and full of hopes and dreams. The world is at my fingertips, just waiting for me to come traverse its many lands. I wish that everyone could grasp this concept (there would be a lot less heartache), but as Mark says we are not all "cut from the same cloth" and cannot be expected to share the same exact ideas. So, here I am, starting every aspect of my life anew, from my social life to my style of dance, all at the same time. It's almost scary and overwhelming, but it feels so goddamn good...

Thanks Family for throwing a great rave! I look forward to the next unification of the masses.


This girl can really dance, trust me. Sam (08) took a few shots of her back in the day, and now I know why.

Note: Three turntables, this fool can mix like a cement truck!


These shots are okay, but I wish I had her on video tape, or a long series

This is Heidi, she is cool.

Heidi and Violet are a little tired by 4 a.m.

This girl likes Happycore, not House. Poor thing.

This DJ is in most of the pics because I shot most of my film while he was spinning, he also came out good in most of the shots.

The DJ on the right was spinning when I got there, he was comin' correct for the entire set! WERD!

Here is the lovely Renata Hernandez, aka Nada 31. Thanks for all the great work on RD baby! 143 31 37

This is a RADIO HEAD record, not a House remix, but an actual Radio Head record. All the dancers were like "HUH?"



This was the chill out room. How cool? If you like House, even if you don't, you need to catch a FAMILY party.


later on RD readers! -PLUR