The Raver

Wow, man—that rave was totally my vibe. Everything was banging: beats, lights, people... completely loud, completely wild, completely awesome.

But after a few too many beers, I had to get out. Fresh air, otherwise I would have passed out for sure. I secretly staggered out through an emergency exit—total blackout style.

Outside... phew. Immediately better. Cool wind on my face, my heart still racing from the thumping bass.

The back alley was narrow and filthy, but honestly? I didn't care. I've been to much worse demolition sites.

The alcohol (and okay... maybe a little bit of other stuff) was swirling around in my head. Everything was spinning like a broken carousel loop. I had to crouch down, put my hands on my knees, take a deep breath... so that the world could slow down to normal speed again.