It Was a Saturday night at a party that lasted forever, at least that's how it seemed. The music was insanely loud and the DJ was awesome. It inspired me to become one. Forty five minutes later is when the fun began, I could feel the acid start to kick in. Everything started to change, I never thought that I would like tekno but I was liking it more as time went by. The music was so loud I could feel it through out my body and was feeling great.

	About two hours in it was starting to get confusing, I mean the music and environment was different than how it started. My visual trip was starting to change and the music was part of me, I could feel it everywhere. There was a milkshake in the speaker cabs, the ceiling was trash bags taped to the it and was more like an ocean with waves on top of me, the ducked tape looked like a cage trying to keep the ocean from falling on me.

	About three hours in the bass through the speakers was talking to me but not talking to me but I could understand what it was saying. I was also not the only one at this party, I was just one of the many. Everybody was speaking the same language that was coming through the speakers. Everything was breathing, the DJ went to different areas in the venue, everyone was dancing and having a great time. No cops the whole time. It was in the middle of winter but warm from the body heat.

	About four hors in I was tired, so tired. I wanted to leave but my ride wanted to stay. It was my first party but not my first time trippin. The music was a massive imaginative trip that was the same tempo as it started hours ago. At this particular party the DJ's were spinning vinyl, which is great cause that's how I spin now. I went to work two days after the party, my boss threatened to call immagration on me cause my skin was yellow and green.