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My Night of Raving and Impending Death
Did I seal his fate?
*Places and names withheld*
Early 2000’s, coming back from a hardcore rave. Guys in gorilla masks and commie T-shirts drinking something funny from tiny Flügel bottles. 200 BPM interwoven with amen breaks, samples of 80’s soap operas and Schlager. Girls with angel wings. A guy managing to sleep in the corner despite the staccato stream of 90+ dB blasts. The same guy 2 hours later with a beer can on his head.
I find myself face to face with a pillhead that encloses me in a spontaneous embrace. I think he’s not even capable of remembering his own name anymore. Every part of his face looks like it’s going in another direction. He reminds me of Opie from Family Guy.
My head is pounding. Some air and some silence is what I need. Let’s call it a night.
Shit, my train home is in 3 hours and it’s raining.
3 AM on a autumn night is a hell of a time for a stroll in the city. The patrol car slows down besides me, a maglite shines into my face. They don’t recognize me as a Person Of Interest so off they go.
I find a bar that’s closing down where I’m allowed one quick beer, surrounded by an indifferent audience of upturned stools. Then I go stare at the clock in a 24H sandwich shop. Smartphones didn’t…
