Psychedelics and moshing
By Dr George.
Me and a friend, J, were going to a concert. He had quit doing drugs, but
had no problem with my doing them, so before we left my house I smoked a bowl,
dropped about 270 mg of DXM, and rolled a joint to take with me.
The DXM wasn't very noticable when it came on, since it was a low plateau and
I was smoking a lot of bud. We left my house at about 4:45, aiming to get to
the concert at 6 when the doors opened.
Just before we got to the subway station, we stopped and I smoked the joint.
It was a pretty fat one, I was surprised I was able to handle the whole thing.
It was weaker than other weed I've gotten from the same person.
We each grabbed a can of Pringles and got on the subway, heading downtown.
I kept asking him what time it was, because time was going much slower for me.
I'd ask, then ask about 15 minutes later, and only 3 minutes had past.
At about 5:45 we got to the station and got off. We then got a streetcar over
to near where we were going, and walked the last two or three blocks.
And enormous lineup encircled the building. It was about 6:30 by the time we
got inside.
We checked in our coats, took the tickets, and headed onto the floor. We
worked out somewhere to meet later if we needed it, then hung around until
the first band started.
The lineup was:
Union Underground
Boy Hits Car
Slaves On Dope
Kittie
Fear Factory
For ineffable reasons, Union Underground wasn't there.
Boy Hits Car plays, me and J just hang back, away from the pit. With Slaves
On Dope, though, we got in.
I had a few thoughts there in the pit...
Someone slams into me, hard. Hey, asshole, calm the fuck down.
The energy in the pit builds
The music explodes, I explode.
I understand.
Here in the 90s, we have a movement, just like the 60s. Except, ours has no
purpose. The movement cannot die, because there IS no movement. We just do
it. We're not fighting back against the government any more. We're just
ignoring the government, ignoring the police, ignoring all authority.
Anarchy Through Apathy.
Unfortunately, there are other, violent groups who don't have the respect for
others, and they would not be able to handle anarchy. They would rob, and
rape, and assault, and kill.
As the weed fades off, I can't even tell if I'm still high.
Get home at midnight. Beat. Asleep within seconds of getting into bed.