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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.

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Who are those guys?

Chapter 2 - John and I walked toward Clive’s studio apartment surrounded by a comfortable silence that best friends can afford. The palm trees lining the sidewalks glistened under the street lamps. The mist slipped off the leaves like oil taking the light in each drop of dew. I even noticed the paw prints of a cat that had walked in the freshly poured concrete years before. I would have never remembered such things had I not gone up those old enamel-navy-blue-sun-bleached-rotted-out-soggy-wooden stairs.


DJ is

Chapter 4: That is what the DJ did. He was like a conductor ploughing emotions through us with the beat of his musical knowledge; one instant everything was calm, dreamy, melancholic and then BANG the rhythm accelerated until you were sure you could take no more and you gesticulated your limbs like you never thought possible.


Party turns.

Chapter 10 : We basked in a plethora of women during what came to be known, between John and me, as the Pussy Turns. We were kings. We had found the stone in the cake and we were chewing it until it cracked.


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.


Ocean Drive Party

Chapter 33: I couldn’t tell if it was the green pills or if he was a good storyteller, but his words made me feel like I was part of the story. I sympathized the most when he started with “And then they sent me to a dance bar in Topeka...”


reveller

. I looked quickly up and down the street to find John but was distracted by the shoeshine glitter of well-waxed automobiles parading down the strip among a swarm of revellers that were making their way home or to some after-hours club. It was Gucci meets the gutter as a svelte woman hunched over and threw up on the side of the street.