Dark Rave 2.0

Hey kids. I am awake. Alive. Feel pretty well. Got a lot of sleep underneath me last night which I so very desperately needed. But lets start from the beginning. I think I left you guys at Saturday morning which is the day I left to go down to Toronto. I headed down after work. I got down there around two thirty or so and Jon met me at Union Station. We had decided we are going to go get a bite to eat. So we jumped on the subway and headed over to Jimmy's. I had called him earlier and told him he should hit up the Red Room with us. He agreed. So we went there and we got a patio spot thank goodness. I am a man who appreciates sitting down for a meal and being able to smoke. You have no idea how much I appreciate that. I got my usual. For the second time in a row going there, Jon had them fuck up his side order of bacon. I have never had a problem with mine. Maybe they think he is a man who doesn't deserve bacon. I have no idea. After that we headed back to Jimmy's and just hung out on his couch in his front yard. Smoked and such. Jon made me a screwdriver.

First time in a very long time I had drank anything to do with vodka. But when I am sitting outside on a nice sunny day, I like to be drinking booze. I had told you kids about going to go to some subway party. I ended up deciding not to go because it was pushing too close to when my friend Will's band was playing. There wasn't no way I was missing that. Though I would have loved to party on the subway. I did find out later I could have done it all. I thought the shit started at eight and Will's band was opening. Will's band didn't get on until like ten. That was when I had planned to meet up with Jon and Seb for Dark Rave. So I called them and delayed it for an hour. It was really great seeing Will drum again. He is very very fucking good at it. Generally I often find drummers boring to watch because they haven't discovered that their fifteen piece drum kit has more than three pieces. But Will is a very busy drummer. His hands are constantly moving and he is using his whole kit and has excellent rhythm. Very fun to watch. His whole band was fun to watch.

Sean the lead singer and guitarist and Will got down to their underwear for most of the show. It was my first time at The Metal Bar. I actually really liked it and plan on frequenting it more. Especially when Kris moves here in September. He is a boy who will definately come with me. While I was at Will's show Jon had gone to the subway parrty thing. Jimmy had come with me to see Will's band. Will had broken one of his skins. He signed it for me and gave it to me. Haha. If he gets famous it is going right up on e-bay. He signed it " From Will Bustin, To my companion and lover, Satan." Haha. I love it. I also bought one of his bands shirt. It is the KFC dude with a pentagram on his forehead and devil horns. It looks pretty sweet. Soon after Will's show was done I had to leave to go meet the boys at Dundas and Bathurst. Because Jon and I were going to leave shit at Seb's. So Jon knew where that was so we decided it was as good as place as any. But I ended up calling Jon anyway and telling him the address of Seb's and to meet me there. So he did. Seb and I put make up on for the show.

Black eye liner and black lip liner for the both of us. I let him where my The Great Sabatini shirt that I had just bought to the show. That is Will's band name. So that shirt's cherry got busted at Dark Rave with Seb's juicy sweat. When we got there we went on a hunt for drugs. It took more effort than any other time. But my Jen was there and she managed to score us some. Seb and I got two each. We got some water and popped them. Then we went inside. We danced for a bit then Seb asked me if I wanted another half of one. I said I would sure love that. So we went into the bathroom stall, busted up the pill on top of the toilet paper dispenser and snorted half of it each. Just to get it to kick in quickly. Don't give me that look kids. I always get negative reactions to snorting shit in the bathrooms. But hey kiddies, I am snorting chemicals in my brain. Do you honestly think the location and the surface of where I am doing it really matters? No it doesn't. Kind of like it doesn't fucking matter if you pick a cigarette up off of the ground and smoke it. It is a cigarette. It is a destructive substance.

It being cleaner won't make it better. I know I haven't mentioned Jon much. But I didn't see him much at Dark Rave. He was text messaging most of the time I think. You kids and your fucking text messaging. It is Dark Rave! So Seb and I danced pretty much all night until pretty much the end. The occasional smoke break. I had a couple breaks where I had to go vomit. I felt better afterwards. It is weird that two and a half pills made me throw up. I have done five once, and six another time and didn't puke either time. So I am guessing this had some sort of opiate in it. Opiates always make me vomit. Well not always. But most of the time. It was also the first time in my life I had ever made myself throw up. I always had a mental block against it. But I was sitting by the toilet knowing I needed to soon. But it was taking too long and I wanted to go dance with all the fucking gorgeous women that were there. So I got impatient and stuck my fingers in the back of my throat and helped it along. It worked. I got out of there and went dancing.

Last night there were lats of women who seemed to have just come in bra and panties unless they just stripped after they got there. It was a lot of fun. Very hot. I was saturated in sweat from dancing my ass off for many many hours. Around five in the morning we left for Seb's and somewhere along the night I had gotten a vial of K. Ketamine. Cat tranquilizer. Which I still have. When we got back we smoked a cigarette chatted for a bit. Threw up a couple more times. Then we tried to sleep. it didn't happen. I finally gave up around 8:30 in the morning. Texted Jaime a good morning text. Exchanged a few messages. Went and showered. Because Jon and I were meeting up for ten for breakfast. He had left his bag at Seb's. So I was going to bring it to him and we were going to see each other before we parted ways. Him to head Home to Owen Sound, me to head to work. We had planned on going to The Red Room. But it doesn't open until 11. I never knew that due to when I am in Toronto I am usually not up that early to go eat. So we decided to go to Kensington Market to find a place to eat.

But it started mega thunderstorming. So we sat in a doorway on Spadina for fifteen minutes or so until it let up. Maybe even longer. It was still raining when we ventured out. But not pouring. We went to the place in Kensington that I have told you all about for having amazing coffee and espressos. I had never had their breakfast before. It was a fucking rip off. One fucking piece of bacon that wasn't even bacon. It was a fried little piece of ham. I always feel incredibly ripped off with two. But one! That is unheard of. I have never ordered a breakfast that is supposed to be bacon and gotten one piece. So I will just stick to getting their coffee. Another lesson learned. After that we decided to get on transit. He was going to head to his bus depot. I was going to head to mine. So we parted ways at Union Station. An exhausted me jumped onto a bus home. My Grandma wasn't home when I called when I got to my Meadowvale Station. So I walked in the pouring rain home. It woke me up a bit. Got in here with about an hour to spare before work. Made a pot of coffee.

My Aunt and Grandma showed up a little while later. We had a conversation. Told them a little about Dark rave. Told them about some of the outfits I saw. Haha. I love it when my family shakes their head at me in that "Oh Trevor" way. But they love me. So they quite accept it and are actually interested in hearing about my very different life. I told my Aunt I did drugs. I am pretty open with her. We are tight. I told you all awhile ago how she confided in my about having an affair on her husband. Haha. This is a Christian family! I love it when Christians turn out to be just as "evil sinners" as the rest of the world. Which is generally always the case. Anyways. Had a little conversation with them. Got driven to work. I must have looked haggard as shit. Since I had been up since quarter after six Saturday morning. It was now Two in the afternoon on Sunday. But thank goodness we are only open until six. So I made it through the day no problem. I am good at my job. I can do it on auto pilot better than my co-workers can fully alert. So nobody ever notices.

I also drank a red bull or three while I was there. That gave my some synthetic energy to work with. By the time I was done work I guess I had been up for over thirty six hours straight at this point. So when I got home, I just lied on the couch. But then realized I was very very fucking hungry. So I got my Grandma to drive me to Swiss Chalet where I bought some delicious chicken. Brought it home and gorged myself. Had a smoke, Lied on the couch again. Watched T.V. for a bit. I think I passed out very soon after eight. Because I know I never finished watching the Simpsons which started at eight. I slept right until quarter after nine this morning. I really needed that thirteen hours of rest. Soooo. This has been another wild weekend brought to you by yours truly. Another one will be coming to another blog post near you. As always. Completely worth it. Of course the new responsible me, never lets his partying get in the way of his proffessional life. I used to call in sick all the time and shit at other jobs. You will never see me do that anymore. I have called in once. But it was legitimate. I figure these are my young days. I probably won't be able to keep up to this kind of excitement in ten years. Though I hope I can. But It will catch up to me someday and I will have to slow down. Like everyone else does sooner or later. But for now. I can work and party and I am all good to go. I hope you all had a lovely weekend. Keep your chin up. It looks sexy on you. Cheers folks!