Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Mouth: Trifecta Challenge
You could hear the beat, mmpf mmpf mmpf mmpf, 3 blocks away and the cars were strewn about the street parked somewhat legally. The line streamed out into the parking lot and we gathered our IDs that we probably wouldn't have to show. We eagerly watched boys in puffy pants and girls in sequined tops get gobbled up as they entered the mouth of the underground club through a haze of fake smoke and laser lights that seeped out of the shredded curtains at the entrance. We gathered our courage, swallowed our pills imprinted with Buddha, and walked up to the door. This was going to be a night to remember.