The Big Bad Wolf

Every club plays the same music and every club plays some song that I'm assuming is called "The Big Bad Wolf." I find it horribly obnoxious and if I haven't said this before, the club scene is NOT my scene.

The beach party was outrageous. Bended Elbow is a huge venue and there were over 1,500 people there. I can't express how absolutely mobbed the place was and if you got separated from the people you were with, it took easily 20+ minutes to find them again. The sand dance floor was cool...until anyone thought it would be really funny to throw the sand so it would get stuck in your hair, clothes, or land in your drink. It was definitely a wild experience. I started gathering people to go home at 1 and we left sometime around 2:30. Needless to say, I'm so glad I don't have any classes on Thursdays.

 My beach attire 

As promised, here's another bit from my latest project--Black Tar. 

An Excerpt from Black Tar 

            Now, let me explain to you how it feels to come down—to withdrawal—from ecstasy. Before the come down, you are literally having the best time of your life. When you’re on ecstasy, everything is interesting, every conversation you have is deep and thought provoking, when you touch something, you can feel every minute detail, down to its atomic structure. You can feel how everything you touch is connected to the rest of the world. Everything you do is the most fun, has the biggest rush, is the most entertaining thing you could possibly do. Every song you hear has the best groove, the best beat, and the most intricate lyrics. You can feel the music inside you, in your bones and your guts. Cigarettes are like candy and sex? Don’t even get me started on sex. Just don’t. You feel awake and more alive than you ever have in your whole existence. Now, consider all this, consider you’ve been feeling this way—having the time of your life—for around 4 hours and suddenly it starts to fade. The absolute best feeling you’ve ever had starts to fade. You search for another pill, a half a pill, powder residue, anything to keep your roll going, but you find nothing. So, slowly, you begin to fade and come back down from cloud nine. Things aren’t as fun and the conversation isn’t as interesting. Restless, you return to a normal and now painfully boring reality. The disappointment is immense. Now it’s six, seven, maybe eight hours after you took the first pill. You’re totally sober again and your body starts to react in a real way to everything you’ve put it through. You’re dangerously dehydrated and your mouth is still dry even after an endless amount of water. Your body starts to get tremors and your hands, feet, and face start to tingle and go numb. Your appetite has been suppressed and now you need food but you don’t want to eat because you feel so violently ill and the very thought of food is so appalling it makes you gag. Every fiber of your body is weak, so weak you can hardly support yourself. Your eyes burn from being awake all night, or has it been days, but you feel so physically awful that you are incapable of sleeping. Your head starts to throb and your vision begins to tunnel. You feel hot and cold all at the same time and your breathing is shaky and raspy. You’re sweating and the sun streams in from all directions like knives. Paranoia sets in and you realize that your pills were highly likely to have been cut with cocaine or heroin or meth or God knows what else. You keep thinking you can hear other people walking around your vacant house and every noise is amplified. Your heart is beating out of control and being aware of it only makes your more nervous—more afraid—and your heart beats faster. This is coming down. The more it happens the more familiar it is and the better you can try to handle yourself. But it doesn’t matter how “used to it” you are; it’s still the worst feeling in the world. 

It sounds like everyone here is going home for the weekend. Literally everyone. I enjoy having the unit to myself but it gets boring pretty quick.

Cheers!
~Daniel