#raving
“From 1996-1998, I attended over 100 raves in the San Francisco Bay Area. I began raving around the same time I had my heart broken for the first time. I was 16.”
Parked not so privately on the side of a neighborhood street, we rolled our seats back and discreetly took hits from his green and yellow glass pipe and exhaled smoke through the half open windows and the fully open moon roof. He’d been obsessed with the Wu-Tang Clan and we were listening to the 36 Chambers album he had on permanent play the past few months. As I felt the opening energy of the weed come over me, I concentrated on the flow of words, repeating them after the rapper in my head, following the trail of the harsh, yet poetic lyrics.
Copyright 2015, Samantha Durbin
Purv on music festival cum dolls