Briefs

Mountain Dew & Wheat Thins...a perfect very late dinner or way too early breakfast. Raves have a way of throwing time schedules off. I'm at Gary's place, watching Holly scowl at me because I'm typing and not paying attention to her. I smell like smoke. It disgusts me, yet I'm still riding on the natural high that this peer-based social work spawns in me. There's nothing quite like the appreciation from a bunch of high kids who take a moment to gain a bit of knowledge. Whether it sticks or not is completely debatable.

I had to cancel a date this evening in order to fill in at the DanceSafe table. It appears that none of the volunteers signed up were "certified" for working a table by themselves. The Fox Theater was the venue for "Lotus." I had never worked The Fox before, but now I understand about the heat. The fan I brought definitely made for a cuddle puddle on the side of our table. Nummy nummy eye candy everywhere. **slap slapp** Wake up, Jeremy, they're straight... hahaha. My throat is all scratchy from yelling the results of pill tests throughout the night, explaining the effects of different drugs, and answering general questions about what DanceSafe is.

I spent last Thursday at RAGE. Bobby & Joey were there as well, with Alex & Paul. I rolled for the first time in a while. Then continued eating a second roll at Spike. I think the clarity of the night has finally been soaked up and I'm not as stressed as I once was. I am, however, tired right now and know that I cannot put into words what my mind has assimilated. A short 10-minute type... and I'm off to the shower to get rid of this smoky smell.

j.r.me