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.
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.
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.
. 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.
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.
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.
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.