Because it is exactly that kind of disgust that comes to my mind when I think of all electric festivals whether it be Dayglow, E-Zoo, or any gathering of neon-colored idiots dancing to the same beat for 5 hours.
But I decided to take a ride with my homies to an Electric Adventure and holy fucking shit let me tell you- it was definitely worth it. At the very least, it gave me a great blog to write. And let me share it with you all now. Before we begin, lets all pop a molly and begin sweating because you're gonna have to be 'rolling' pretty hard to truly understand this.
Rolling, by the way, is a new word I learned at EA which means, 'to be under the influence of Molly and/or Ecstasy.'
Back in my day, rolling was referred to as the act of crafting a joint, blunt. or bone. But I guess I'm just old fashioned.
Anyway, lets fucking start this story right where it should- Getting into Six Flags.
PART I SIX FLAGS TAKES A SHIT ON ME AND MY LIFE
First off, lets take a good look at Six Flags as a whole. There's an old man high as shit that's been their creepy mascot for 4 years, there's some cartoon shit walking around, and its supposed to be a 'family place' even though there are more hookers in it than South Brooklyn.
For what fucking reason other than the fact that the place is probably bankrupt as shit would they ever throw this? Welp, I certainly can't think of another reason. But I still found it awkward when the 5 year old Mexican children would stare at the asses of 17 year old white girls.
It's not their fault for looking though, because some of these shorts were so tiny that I could actually see the under ass of the passing by women.
(Insert Photo I took Here)
I was pretty psyched about it.
So we pull into Six Flags, confused as shit. I had no idea of where the fuck to park and I when I asked the Security Officer he was not only a total douschebag but he was a 37 year old man working at Six Flags, what right does he have to cast judgement onto other people?
I bet his own 12 year old kids make fun of him for being a broke-ass high school drop out.
So finally, I park after spending 22 fucking dollars. Yeah that's right, not $20, but $22. Because why the fuck should anything be simple at Six Flags.
My companions and I, the Ravers, had arrived at our new place of extravaganza.
My shirt says, "Be Safe, Use My Breathalizer" and depicts a woman giving oral sex. Now obviously I wouldn't wear this to my Uncle's Wedding but it's fucking Electric Adventure and every girl is dressed like a borderline prostitute.
Of course there has to be a fucking problem if I'm trying to do it. And so, security stopped me and told me my shirt was too graphic because of the implication.
First, I punched him in the throat. Then, I went to his house and burned it down. :)
Well, not really. But I sincerely started flipping a shit. I threw out "fuck yous" and "I paid so much fucking money just for parking here" and when he denied me the opportunity to just wear my shirt inside-out, I was furious and thought the whole thing was shot.
Thankfully, a Sophomore named Aaron helped me out and lent me his sweatshirt when I went back in via a different gate, unguarded by fat 40 year old assholes. Shoutout to all my Sophomore Friends for helping me out- without y'all I'd be in jail for burning down Six Flags.
Finally, I get in. Here's a cute pic of my facial expression at the time.
LOOK AT MY FUCKING ANGRY FACE. LOOK AT IT. ALSO LOOK AT ALICE TO THE RIGHT OF ME. I ALSO FUCKING LOST MY FUCKING RAINBOW BANDANA WHEN I PUT THE SWEATSHIRT ON SO I HAD TO WEAR A WHITE ONE THE REST OF THE DAY I WAS FUCKING SALTY AS FUCK GOD DAMN.
After that lovely encounter, my companions and I went to the Electric Adventure itself. Well, holy fuck.
PART II ELECTRIC ADVENTURE LOOKS AS SHITTY AS SIX FLAGS DOES
I can describe this gathering with a multitude of adjectives that begin with the letter 's'.
Songs sound the fucking same.
So yeah, let me go off on a tangent and just say that these songs were SO diverse. I mean that the same way Hitler would say, "Oh God I LOVE the movie Schindler's List."
If you listen to EDM, or House Music, or Dubstep, you're probably the inadequate character for reading or transcribing my literary-online art. If you don't know what I just said, its because you fucking listen to EDM, or House Music, or Dubstep.
But going into this 'pit' or 'center for catching syphilis and AIDS' was absolutely horrifying. There were women that were terrifically obese. It was to the point where their bandos looked like my bedsheets. They resembled the animals in the wild safari.
However, unlike the animals in the safari, the obese women did not like when I asked them, "does it want some pop-corn? Awww look at the little thing eating popcorn. That's a good little animal aww."
Look at these soulless whores. I bet your parents are all so proud.
After a little while of this intoxicating barbarism, the Ravers and I went to get a little grub. Since I had no money, one of my friends was kind enough to offer me food and bought me a water. After taking a look at his food, though, I had to refuse or otherwise induce vomiting.
First off, Six Flags food is so fucking overpriced that it makes me angry. The chicken was $10.99 and for that much money the chicken better have been cooked by Jesus Christ himself or at least come from a real chicken.
Yeah, that looks fucking appetizing.
However, we learned we were in the 'VIP Section' and could only imagine how horrible the non-VIP section must have been.
On our way out, it smelled like the rotting corpse of a 7 year old dead animal and we could only hope that what we just ate wasn't from wherever the smell had been birthed.
And so we went back into the pit of despair and anguish.
This time, my hopes were a lot lower and I was hoping we could go home soon. But surprisingly, it was this second journey that really changed the whole thing.
For some reason, there was a different DJ whom I believes refers to himself as 'Blend' but since he's a tiny little Mexican man, I'd much prefer to call him DJ Lil Taco.
So this DJ Lil Taco was playing and for some reason there were more songs that I felt like actually dancing to. And there were more times when the beat would 'drop' which leaves a nice .5 seconds of silence.
Its at those times I liked to scream out, 'HOUSE MUSIC SAVED MY LIFE' or 'I LOVE COCAINE' and every once in a while, 'I LOVE JESUS!'
It was fun, and for some reason the staff and security were a lot of fun too.
First I'll show you Griffin. He was a gigantic black man who's heart must be as big as his biceps because he let me take a picture with him.
I cannot illustrate to you my love for this gigantic black man.
But now here comes the truly best part of the tale.
PART III THE EX-GIRLFRIEND AND MY HERO
So, I'd rather not make my blog nor this blog post too consumed with my personal drama but we'll say that my ex-girlfriend and her friends were at Electric Adventure. This didn't surprise me because she had been to the one last year.
It was totally awkward at first because we both knew each other were there but I did my best to ignore her and all her friends. I avoided eye contact and instead kept staring at the gigantic security guard full of muscle. I turned my back on them and just did what I do best- Make a fucking ass out of myself.
Something in the air, whether it be the Molly, the marijuana, the smell of alcohol, or the terrible fucking music made me just wanna dance.
I do this often at parties, but since it was EA I knew I had to get shit taken care of.
There was a spot in front of where my Ex and her crew had established, which had plenty of open space and air. And it was right next to this man Joseph.
I proceeded to dance hysterically, swinging my body in ways no man ever should. I even twerked. And it was around this point that people started to notice, enjoy, and admire me. There were videos taken, people staring, and the question that was repeated about 5,098 times that day, "how much molly did he take?"
I don't fuck with molly people, I have to drive everybody's drunk ass home.
Some gorgeous girl I work with even kissed me on the cheek leaving a perfect kiss mark with her lipstick. It was the 2nd greatest moment of the day.
It was here that I could feel my Ex staring right at the base of my spine. I'm sure it was at this point that she wondered how she could snap it in half. And so, she too became louder and danced more and even came a little bit closer to me.
Now, I'm not a psychologist, but I can conclude that this bitch is Crazy. And now, I don't mean that to be offensive or to degrade her in anyway, because she really was/is a good person. But most women are wacked out of their fucking minds and needless to say, she is crazy. Even my own mother, someone who is bat-shit-nuts, will exclaim to this day that she is crazy.
And so, I think that since she saw how much attention I was getting, she wanted me to give her a little bit of my attention.
Now I continued to ignore her existence but once Joseph was spraying water on people, I had him pour some on me and when I screamed, 'MAMA I MADE IT' she and I made eye-contact and I could no longer deny that I saw her there.
A little time went on and I'm not sure exactly what happened, but in some way/shape/form my Ex had done something just a little too far. And so, while she was in mid-dance, Joseph poured a bottle of water right on her unsuspecting head.
I fucking died. it was the greatest moment of the day. She reacted in a salty manner and proceeded to throw her water bottle at me, as if I somehow had anything to do with it.
I told Joseph and some shirtless guy behind me that it was indeed my Ex whom was splashed with the water. It was a victorious moment, a memory I will share and continue to rub my nipples with.
And now, if my Ex is reading this, I would just like to say that I am regretful that our relationship turned out the way it did because I truly wish we could be friends and at the very least get along.
And thats enough about that,
PART IV BOREDOM SETS IN AND MCDONALD'S IS THE AFTERPARTY
Call me crazy, but standing around thousands of sweaty, high, drunk people listening to music I hate for 5 hours kind of started to bother me. I was getting bored and even began yawning. Yeah, there were some stage effects where they would blow out smoke (which looked like poisonous gas) or have some sort of light effects, but after awhile it was just too fucking repetitive.
So we left around 10:30 only to realize that McD's was on our way back.
It was here that I was able to take some Post EA pictures with myself and the Ravers.
By 11:30 I had dropped everybody at home and was, myself, home at last.
That shower was the best I have ever taken and the homemade bacon, egg, and cheese bagel was unbelievably good after not eating for 8 hours.
On a more serious note, I had some time to think about my grandfather whom has been admitted to the hospital after suffering a stroke and is now without operating machines.
He's on his way to passing on to whatever it is out there after life and thinking about him made me put this whole event into perspective.
Yeah, it was hell and it was stupid and it was crazy and there were people there I hated and people there I loved, but that's life. It's a constant Adventure and whether it may be electric and turnt up with Molly or not, it's still something I'm glad to be enjoying every day, with every blog post.
And so now, I will leave you all with some photos I took that I couldn't quite fit into my story without this getting too long.
My friend Kelso the Clown getting raped by a strange looking man whose eyes pierce into your soul.
I still have no idea who this guy is and I probably never will.