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************You Know You're a REAL Raver When....***************
*You have sleeping patterns that would kill normal human beings.
*You start coveting all of your dad's old 1977 polyester sweatsuits.
*Almost every letter of the alphabet has an alternate meaning to you.
*You begin to think of blow-pops as a seperate food group.
*The mere mention of a 3 digit number with a "0" in the middle of it causes you to drool uncontrollably.
*The odometer of your car increases in big chunks over the weekend.
*You get an evil grin every time you see commercials for "E: the entertainment network".
*You have to fight back the urge to beat the hell out everyone who thinks raves are like the club scene in Basic Instinct. *You can keep a straight face when you tell people "really, not that many people are on anything....i'm serious!"
*You are happy when there's a recession because it means more empty warehouses.
*Food, water, air, Vick's...all are about of equal importance.
*You can live for an entire weekend out of your bookbag.
*You are no longer just a raver...but a promoter, vendor, DJ, etc...
*You know about the INFORMATION POLICE.
*You're white and have dreads.
*You have trouble naming 5 friends who are not pierced SOMEWHERE.
*You'll pay $40 for a ticket to an event that may very well not happen... and you'll pay $50 for a pill that may very well be aspirin...but you WILL NOT pay $2.00 for that big glass of water!
*You can't pass an empty warehouse, church, school, big open field, barn, airplane hanger, phone booth, nuclear power plant, etc...without getting that far-off look in your eye and saying...'wow, what a great site for a...
*You know the mappoints before the promoters do!
*You not only notice that household appliances like washing machines can generate a funky beat, you also argue about whether it's tribal or trance.
*You have sleeping patterns that would kill normal human beings.
*You start coveting all of your dad's old 1977 polyester sweatsuits.
*Almost every letter of the alphabet has an alternate meaning to you.
*You begin to think of blow-pops as a seperate food group.
*The mere mention of a 3 digit number with a "0" in the middle of it causes you to drool uncontrollably.
*The odometer of your car increases in big chunks over the weekend.
*You get an evil grin every time you see commercials for "E: the entertainment network".
*You have to fight back the urge to beat the hell out everyone who thinks raves are like the club scene in Basic Instinct. *You can keep a straight face when you tell people "really, not that many people are on anything....i'm serious!"
*You are happy when there's a recession because it means more empty warehouses.
*Food, water, air, Vick's...all are about of equal importance.
*You can live for an entire weekend out of your bookbag.
*You are no longer just a raver...but a promoter, vendor, DJ, etc...
*You know about the INFORMATION POLICE.
*You're white and have dreads.
*You have trouble naming 5 friends who are not pierced SOMEWHERE.
*You'll pay $40 for a ticket to an event that may very well not happen... and you'll pay $50 for a pill that may very well be aspirin...but you WILL NOT pay $2.00 for that big glass of water!
*You can't pass an empty warehouse, church, school, big open field, barn, airplane hanger, phone booth, nuclear power plant, etc...without getting that far-off look in your eye and saying...'wow, what a great site for a...
*You know the mappoints before the promoters do!
*You not only notice that household appliances like washing machines can generate a funky beat, you also argue about whether it's tribal or trance.
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