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Outting #1
I went to the School's Halloween Party because I had five bucks and nothing better else to do. I also went because I haven't danced, really danced in a long time. But before we get in to that there is the little issue of the superfluous security presence. Aside from the metal detectors and full cavity search there was the wall of orange vested figures next to the dance floor that would switch sides every fifteen minutes like correction officers. They stood there, staring, which in and of itself doesn't bother me. It's just that there was more security than patrons and the sense that they would all pounce at once was more my paranoia than anything else was. I had trouble at the gate, because I lost my ticket or they didn't give one to me I'm not sure, but the result was trouble. I had to go back to the ticket booth where I explained my position, luckily there was a nice woman that explained the situation to the first barrage of guards. After they let me pass I had trouble again when the second set of guards again asked for a ticket, but this brought the wrath of the evil club guy with the heavy flashlight that likes to hammer it into his meaty hands just to let you know just where you stand.
Club guy, "Where's your (whack whack) ticket?"
Your hero "I don't know if I lost it or if they didn't give it to me. But I paid this I'm sure, the other guys they understood, you can ask them. I paid really, I did."
Club guy, "How do I know you didn't (Whack) give it to some one else (Whack Whack)?"
And on and on it went with the whacking, the emptying of pocket, the pleading, the witnesses, until he was satisfied. Then again the emptying of the pockets, the metal detector, the bending, spreading and coughing. But I can't complain because it was all for my own good. Plus I don't need another prostate exam for a year.
I met a man in a lab coat inside, and he coaxed my girl and me into a haunted house. This caused concern considering what I have already been thorough. Walking was uncomfortable, the wall of orange guards was bugging me out, and the thought of people going out of their way to scare the shit out of me was not too appetizing. How ever the man in the lab coat insisted, and in I went. I won't go into it, but what I have to say about it is this…HOLY FUCK…thank you.
The dance floor that is why I came. I remember the first time I went to a club, it was called Voodoo's. I remember the bass thudding outside the building, I remember the line outside, it was as if we were waiting for some event, and the thudding outside was the first tremor. Inside it was foggy, and the thudding was pounding my chest. Strange lights swept across the dance floor, suspending all the rules of white light I was accustomed to. Colors changed without reason, except for the beat. I sat down next to a speaker because it was the only place to sit. I watched, people flailed and kicked about. I felt as if I was watching a documentary of a tribe. People in strange make up, wearing leather, plastic and metal, gyrating to African beats in a swirl of changing lights. I stepped onto the dance floor and felt the thudding under my feet. I felt the pattern and like a self-extracting file, I started bobbing my neck then my arms then everything started moving. The pulsating beats were no longer sounds, they were another place. My sinew contracted without effort and I was getting carried away. The beats were going through my ears into my CNS and were moving me, contorting me in ways I would have never thought of moving. I wasn't a college student, I wasn't worried what I looked like, how I was dressed or where I was. There was no sense of time or responsibility. I wasn't anything. I was extinguishing myself, there was nothing, nothing in the whole world except this beat. And I felt free, really free. Every time I looked anywhere it wasn't the same but for a few seconds and when I closed my eyes I still saw those colors, changing. I knew what they meant by the extinguishing self in an ineffable way, it was the Way. It was the way you should always be, effortless and perfect. That's why drugs, that's why reading, that's why all behaviors that come so fluid. That's why I spent five bucks.
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