Feeling nostalgic to talk about '90s Detroit Techno.

[G-DDT]

I got to sound off here and I really need some folks to read this: I just recently got into a debate with a manic drug user who tried to state that the drug "[[special) K" or Ketamine [[a chemical I'm glad I'm very unfamiliar with) doesn't cause deaths. I immediately told them about a rich kid I knew who loved the stuff, got his own house, threw a big party, was last seen blitzed on that stuff in his pool, and then folks found him laying face down in the water.

This guy then defended by saying "no, K just makes you like a baby." At which point, I shot back with "Yeah, and babies drown in pools!" Granted, I don't know what the rule of actual deaths caused by that drug alone was, but after working at the Theater, I've seen folks fall flat on their bloody face and head on hardwood flooring and tilework. It's one of the many reasons I called the Theater "the House of the Happy Headwound".

Long ago, I was a sparse drinker and heavy marijuana smoker. I hung out with Rastafarians [[the kind who only order Cranberry juice at bars) and low-orbit weirdos. We never [[and there were others who were cowardly passive-aggressive coke-users hiding their drive and interest for the Devil's Dandruff from others) had a desire to go beyond that. What was best is that there was a prominent strait-edge presence in Indie and Techno scenes. Wasn't my crowd at the time, but I abhor homogeny, and I desire to be in crowds that contains a diverse mix of elements.

I have, however, found a profoundly an ill dominance of drugs in the techno, club, soul music, afterhours [[yes, there are/were some afterhours that don't cater to coke and nitrous), art, and bar scenes that leaves me rather rattled. I just like to occasionally go out and have a drink or two [[maybe once or twice every month or two), stay out late, boogie, and meet some girls. Yeah, still crazy after all these years. Yet, there is the hideous conformist "Us vs. Them" mentality that druggies have to the rest of the scene.

I've been in three different situations where Ganja [[if that is what folks think it is, nowadays-I think someone secretly replaced the formula with Folgers-style genetically-altered topiary-governmentally approved, of course) or far worse was partaken, and someone got a real unabiding bug between their buttocks that I wasn't doing it with them. Their questioning of me on the matter was done in a highly imposing and contentious manner. One guy I think just wanted to throw off my game with any ladies-still an annoyance to be continuously hounded like that at a party I was invited to. I never was like that to the many diverse folks I knew who didn't smoke with me back when [[many of them kept a cool manner with me, likewise-musicians, activists, radio D.J's, techno D.J.s, etc.).

Yet, this last time, the manic druggie got flipped that I wouldn't do coke with him and a D.J. I knew [[a bright, and talented girl from Detroit-been through stuff like I've been through-who's getting with worse and worse company-she's one of those "truth & soul" internet celebrity types, but she's using folks and cozying up to others like a slavish doggie, which to me isn't truth or soul-just a big lie). I was really uncomfortable, feeling like I was lured in to see if he needed a ride to his new car [[trying to be a nice guy), then went in on some beers [[well, I'm now going to stick around and tip my share), but by the time I'm getting this ugly "are we all going to 'get freaky'" together" kind of vibe hinted at me [[yeah, I guess I'm just a socially/emotionally underdeveloped buttoned-down retard who just never went along with giving in to that sublime bisexual "orgy-porgy" [[Brave New World) pocket that pops up once in a while to haunt me-creeps me out something very uncomfortable like-goes all the way back to the "Wiccan-chaos magician kids" [[one of which was the porn star who stole my yo-yo-Gawd! how weird this all sounds!). It just seems like some kind of gross conformist expectation hoisted at me, or I will get shunned away into the cold mainstream hinterlands of non-activity for not participating.

God as my witness, I hate it all with a passion.

I think this heavy abandonment towards hedonism is going to catch up with everyone real soon. When folks get burned-out, decimated, washed-up aground on the beach of desperation or sobriety [[as Crumb depicted with the "rolling wave" of the sixties), I think folks will desperately run and cling to anything to give them structure. It could be psycho-pharmeceutical-control or anything that appears like "religion" [[like hypocritical right-wing popularist Evangelicalism-sweeping in socio-politically like a heavy shockwave of control). Now, that bothers me!

If you've read this long rant, I could use a little support here, folks. I need some folks to "feel me", cosign me. I need a witness, here! Some words to encourage me in my sad, single state, who won't chide me about "not getting with the program" of bisexuality or drugs. Sad that I'm doing this even.

Besides, part of me wanted to break Christian character and slug this druggie for beating his fifteen-year old dog. Go crazy on his hide Ace Ventura style....