Check this man, the last rave I went to, this girl came up to this dude she knew and gave him a hug. This guy's girlfriend was tweakin on something and freaked out. She tackled this chick to the ground and beat the holy hell out of her. Me and a few other people jumped in to break it up. No chance. Less than 10 minutes later, flood lights came on, the music stopped, and John Q. Law and his brothers stormed in and made everyone leave. Talk about a sad state of affairs on the rave scene. That was the last 'Rave' I'll ever go to. I stick to private parties now. 100- people. No glowsticks, plenty of deoderant, and very few crackheads.
Lots of PLUR.