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My life as a raver
Back in the 90s, I used to be a raver. When I’m trying to appear cooler than I am, I tell people I used to rave every weekend from 95 till somewhere in early 2000 when the rules changed and

My life as a raver

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Back in the 90s, I used to be a raver. When I’m trying to appear cooler than I am, I tell people I used to rave every weekend from 95 till somewhere in early 2000 when the rules changed and the LSD dried up and I stopped.

I was never really a raver. I was a guy that went to raves. I didn’t know the music genres and sub genres or any named artists. It was just a great place to get acid and/or ecstasy back then.

On ecstasy (now called Molly) I was friendly and better at being social but I was still older than the main demographic by about 10 years and I was still me. 

I had not yet figured out asexuality so I was still living under the impression I was a failure at dating or fucking, but used the age excuse.

I still enjoyed myself, but the friendships all lasted only till the end of the rave and the drugs wire off. I was quite close to a group of DJs because I hired two of them from Thunder Bay to work for me selling computers. Even with that crew, I felt like an old outside peripheral friend.

Later in life, I found friendships with other stoners and saying I was part of Toronto’s rave scene has given me credibility in the right circles.

It was fun being there in those times. Great acid and the E was fucking awesome as I remember. I was there for the epic rave stories. The science centre, the airport hanger, and the amazing CN  Tower highest rave in the world.

It doesn’t matter I don’t remember the details. I have a few good stories to tell and all these flyers.