weyes

i've read all sorts of psychopharmacological articles that say that there's a real crash a few days after doing e. there was one in new york magazine where one shrink said that after doing e on saturdays some people go through what he calls "suicide tuesday." i dunno, though; i don't agree that the sadness following a roll can all be blamed on the drug itself. although there may be some truth to that whole "inevitable crash after a great big high" thing, i think it's also just hard for any person with any feelings at all to return to the sometimes harsh, cold, real world without feeling a little bit shaken up.

some girls i met from cali had even heard about these kids before they came to town for their first weekend ever. i've lived here all my life and had no clue. are these the assholes that tried to fuckin' steal shit from me at boo? are they the ones responsible for every fuckin' bad "we're too hard to dance" vibe at every bad vibe party? and is the hoodie dealer who owes me fuckin' e in fuckin' fuck fuck bts? how do you know who these assholes are, and are they all from long island? yeah, i'm so old skool that i rave to have a good time, not to shit on other people.

it's hard for me to say when i dance best... for me, dancing is a work in progress every night, but i still get a feeling of satisfaction when the evening's considered through. but you can tell i'm dancing my best when my eyes are closed and my smile's grown a new horizon on my face, all while i'm in great big motion, truly at home on the dancefloor.