Lights strobing fast, lasers dance, music howls the discord of youth, we’re the outcasts and this was our haven. Sweat dripping from walls, drug deals in shady corners, even the police came in riot gear to visit out hell tech heaven.
In the middle I sat on a beer stained sofa, seeing through the haze of the latest buzz, self medication. It seemed we thrived on the trauma, heading God speed to our own eradication.
It felt like home, it felt like hell and brought you here to see the spectacular. I’d stunned you and lead you gently into my arms, for me this was normal, nothing peculiar.
Six am the lights go off and the music dies, I take you to the harsh daylight outside. Two wasted souls, holding each other up with our brains fried.
D March 2017