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Cigarette Girl

Chapter 20: Louise Russel, an art student who worked as an old fashioned cigarette girl selling gum, band aids and tobacco in the various South Beach night clubs.


Mont Royal

The swell of anticipation for the night ahead was unbearable. We were confident we would see God’s brother. Five of us were going to try E together in the biggest, coolest, most hip club in South Beach, the Miamillennium.

The swell of anticipation for the night ahead was unbearable. We were confident we would see God’s brother. Five of us were going to try E together in the biggest, coolest, most hip club in South Beach, the Miamillennium.


Wild Man

Chapter 34 : So my dear psychobabble Liam, I have enjoyed strutting along these sentences with you. I hope I have given you enough time to read this far. I’ll drop this off at your office tomorrow as I leave for a small road trip. I’ll call you in exactly two weeks when I’m blasting El Nino from the beginning. When the song reaches the life-turning threshold you will cease to exist and I will be on my way.


Hoberman dude # 3

. The thick slick haired Hoberman–sphere-holding-guy was near us expanding a universe between his fingers while a friend stared as if he was seeing the big bang and big crush at once.


pistons

Chapter 30: One minute I was a convict slash mental patient locked up for life in an asylum in 2017 and the next I am free among the revellers of June the 12th 2005. I was twenty-five once again and I blew up.


tail-spin-inner-phobia-paranoia

Chapter 4: The Miamillennium was the biggest club on the beach and it was still too small. We had to force our way to our reserved table. One of the known snags of doing Ecstasy was it depended on your immediate mood and for some first time users the fear of brain damage jettisons them into a tail-spin-inner-phobia-paranoia.


KAOS

chapter 6: Everyone around us was popping up and down like out-of-sync pistons while we stood there in the middle of the dance floor like a backwards anachronism amongst the throngs of revellers.


kids

Chapter 15: The kids were juiced with the Kamikaze hormones that flow through young veins and that made them scary; they wanted to see what it felt like to kill someone.


buck breeze

Chapter 5: . Clive was like a veteran DJ moving the crowd into a frenetic dancing beat and then slowing it down to a soothing pace. It was during a crescendo rhythm that I felt a leftover Buckyball breeze. My ears popped with a quick snap like the sound of a cracking bone and then it felt like a non-stop ride one way down a roller-coaster.


MIAMILLENNIUM

Buckyball chapter 2: "The swell of anticipation for the night ahead was unbearable. We were confident we would see God’s brother. Five of us were going to try E together in the biggest, coolest, most hip club in South Beach, the Miamillennium. "


Cigarette Girl

Chapter 20: Louise Russel, an art student who worked as an old fashioned cigarette girl selling gum, band aids and tobacco in the various South Beach night clubs.


Gold-rimmed glasses.

Chapter 5: . I had danced so much I was drenched in sweat all the way down to below my knees. I was the last guy on the dance floor and got kicked out by Jeremy, a big black guy with gold-rimmed glasses. He escorted me out of the club after I’d kept on dancing even after the music had stopped.


Shared Frenzy

Chapter 4: A euphoric energy blasted at us through the speakers and a thousand people danced together in a frenzy that shared the same beat.


JEN BAR

Buckyball Chapter 10: "Over chilled tequila shots, it was time to compare our days, weeks or months. Even when there was little conversation among ourselves, the barmaid Jennifer from Apalachicola was a pleasure to talk to."


DANCING TRIXX

BUCKYBALL CHAPTER 5: " The dancing high was so good it imbedded itself in my very being. Every atom of every molecule in my body was swarmed with the sensation."


HOBERMAN DUDE

BUCKYBALL CHAPTER 7: Around us, the revellers were jumping up and down like out-of-sync pistons with the implosion of the rhythmic beat. We saw the same white underwear flipping to and fro as the gyroscope spun above our heads. The thick slick haired Hoberman–sphere-holding-guy was near us expanding a universe between his fingers while a friend stared as if he was seeing the big bang and big crush at once.


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