Hand on heart, I really enjoyed trashing my system with every chemical compound I could get my greedy little hands on. Nothing compares to the euphoric highs of dancing around with your best mates, or strangers who you think are your BFF’s , to some blaring tune on a pumping dance floor. I have fond memories of driving for hours to arrive at some cow patty of a DJ setup where I’d dance, stomp and grind till 6am. I remember [...]![]()
