Before I go into my story I'll say this:
- The Venue has a good setup
- the dj's where really good
- the turnout wasn't too great
- the people where cool
- the price was higher for those under 21
- the time slots got messed up and some people didn't get to play much
- the owners had the patio shut down at 2am promptly but left the main room open(giving Henry Wilson like a 15 minute slot)
So I step out of the car with Cassandar and before I get close to the door some people come up and ask me if I'm Blakc ninja. They tell me that someone is out to shank me for cheating them outta 100 hits of acid. I thought they were joking considering I don't buy, use, or really even look at drugs. In my mind they place a huge bad stereotype on the rave scene. This guy was really serious and his friend said he was telling the truth, but what could I do? I just shrugged it off and said, "lets see what happens. I'm sure there's a mistake." So I step into the club and one of my friends [hes got a hott wife I remember] comes pulls me aside and tells me he's been watching out for me and patting down people for guns at the door. He said he heard I had ripped some people off, from jersey or something, $500 worth of acid. I'm not sure if that's 100 hits of acid but whatever. I told him it wasn't me and he believed me and just told me to keep my eyes open and he would do the same. Later that night another person told me that there was somewhat of a bounty to get me because I had stole 919 hits (yes 919. not 920 or just 900) of.....you guessed it; acid. I didn't worry about it. I mean, I had my name on the back of my shirt! If they were after me I couldn't really hide, and they would probably wait for me in the parking lot to stab me to death aha. Don't worry peeps I wasn't shanked! Only pretend shanked by the friends I told lol.
Other highlights were the orbital that broke the bottom of my glowstick and splattered this guys pants. Sorry again for that btw!
Also I lost one of my photons! It was a pretty unlucky night for me.