The DJ Blew My Mind

The DJ blew my mind, dancing under the flashing lights, floating on the good vibes, with sweat dripping down my back, the crack in my arse, my jocks sticking to me under my shorts. My hair sticking to my brow. My face wet, dripping. But my still my feet move, keep moving, don’t want to stop moving.

Love lives in the music, flying high. Don’t stop, don’t make me stop. Whoo hoo! This is everything I have ever wanted, take m higher. I’m flying.

“Oh Wow! The jizz dribbling down my leg – that may be foreshadowed, with all the pills I’ve taken, later that is what I expect. Whose? What the heck! 

I'm inside my head, the world has disappeared, it is just a blur in the shadows, a concept that we all expect to rediscover, reality with its hangups about stuff it doesn’t understand, and people who are uptight and can’t let go. All that misplace outrage, take a pill, feel the joy for once in your life people.

The beat is fresh, thumping in my heart and my ears, boof, boof, boof, boofing deep down in the depths of my soul. The only way is up.

Oh baby! I love you so.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

This is love! Back in my room.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Love to love you baby. 

Zoom, zoom, zoom.

You’re my girl, you’re my boy.

(at the same time, don’t be coy)

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Where love lives! It's true.

Voom, Voom, Voom, Voom!

Back to love. Back to you.

The DJ blew my mind, the DJ blew my mind.

"Oh yeah baaaaaaaaa aaaaa aaaaa by!"

Whoosh! WooHoo! Woosh! Woo!

The lights flash, red, yellow and blue. The strobes strobe, and we all pop, go off. The while lights flash on, flash off. Suddenly there it is, then it is suddenly gone. Moisture stuck to the black painted walls, and the black ceiling above, drip, drip, drip, as the steam rises of the bodies on the floor. Sharing sweat. Your feet stick to the carpet, as you try to snog those you desire. Touch, hot, wet, sweat.

Come here baby, get undressed.

Floating in, floating out, floating just above the ground.

Wow! Do you feel that? Wow! Do you see that? Wow! Do you smell the love all around?

Do you want a bump? A line? A pill? A pipe? A sharp? A snort? A spliff? Do you want to shaft it, in front of me?

Up which nostril? In which arm? Do you want a bomb? Do you want to vape? Do you want to swallow? Do you want to sniff? How do you like? Step up, step, step up, anything you like baby, the world is big and wide, where anything is possible, anything you like.

Float away, float away? Enjoy my son, these are the best years of your life. Glamorous lines, sexy pipes, or by pill so efficiently.

Nothing will ever be the same.

Life will never mean as much.

Me, Mark, Tom, Shane, Fergus, Dante, Adriana, Lolli, Dolly, Dean, Perry & Kim, we’d all find a seat in the bleaches and sit. Water bottles at the ready. All chewing madly.

“Isn’t this…”

“I’m having…”

“The music…”

“The lights…”

“The people…”

“I’m going off,” says Dean.

“Who saw that guy in the snake skin shorts? All of us apparently, as all our tongues hang out at the memory.

Perry is talking about himself endlessly and hitting on the twinks that have gravitated into our orbit. Twinks with daddy issues clearly.

Shane's talking at a million miles an hour.

Then a song comes on.

“Oh, I love this,” says Adriana.

“I do too,” says Lolli.

Dean and Dolly chase Adriana and Lolli onto the dance floor.

“Come on, let’s go,” says Shane.

“I’m with you sister,” says Tom.

“Wait for me,” says Dante.

Perry and Kim head to the dance floor, Perry getting distracted by an eighteen year old in lycra shorts most of us wouldn’t squeeze a leg into.

I look at Mark, he looks at Fergus, Fergus looks at me, and we get up collectively, like we are the Borg, and follow the others.

In the middle of the dance floor under the mirror ball is where the action is.

Another club favourite starts. We all have our arms in the air smiling like idiots.

Then another song and another song and another song. Suddenly it is an hour later, two hours later, three hours later, like time just evaporate.

4am. It’s hot under the mirror ball in the middle of the dance floor, we all slowly gravitate to the edge of the dance floor, covered in sweat, our shorts sticking to us in places we are no longer aware of. 

The group comes together.

Fergus and Shane are pulling bags from there pockets. Tom follows suit. So does Mark and I, and Dante, of course. 

Kim finds Perry on the other side of the dance floor with his tongue down a twinks throat and they do more pills.

We all take our 4am top up.

Lolli bangs her tambourine.

We dance around each other, smiling, laughing, shirtless, sweating.

Shane takes my hand and we go walking, Shane talking non-stop all the way. We find Sebastian, he’s been looking for us. He leads us to a corner. “Let’s do Calvin Kleins?” he says.

“Yes,” says Shane.

“What?” I ask.

Within moments each of them is sticking something under each of my nostrils. “Sniff,” they both say.

“What?”

“Sniff,” they both repeat.

I sniff without saying anything else, grabbing my nostrils with my fingers and rubbing them so. 

They’ve both done theirs in seconds and we are heading back to the others.

We all meet up outside for fresh air, sitting about, chewing, twitching, talking animatedly. Our faces glistening, our t-shirts, having pulled them back on, sticking to us. We absentmindedly try to correct them.

Matt has finished his set and he’s found us to do his drugs now the fun part of his night begins.

The last set starts, the change in tempo is observed.

“Let’s go dance.”

“Yeah, I love this.”

“Me too.”

We take our places on the dance floor for the last couple of hours. We glide smoothly to the end.

Lights starts to seep in through the cracks from outside and we knew, if we noticed at all, that our night in heaven is coming to an end.

We all glide in autopilot to the last beat the last note, ta da, ta da. We all stop.

The end. The lights come on. We all clap the DJ for their incredible ride. “The music was greaaaate.”

“The music was great.”

“Best music ever,” we slur.

“Best ever drugs,” I say.

We all start stumbling towards to door, saying we’d all had the “best night of our lives.”

“Ever,” we slur.

“The best!”

The one who are heading in the wrong direction are corrected.

We stumble out into the day, buzzing, still dancing, if only in our minds.

Perry and Kim walk hand in hand.

Fergus picks up a black boy on the way out, very pleased he is with himself too. He says they are going to play train stations.

Shane walks with Sebastian conspiratorially.

Mark takes my hand. 

Adriana and Lolli are heading to Adriana’s sports car.

Dolly, Dean head to Dante’s car.

Tom and Dante scamper off.

We’re all heading back to our place.

“See you there.”

“See you there.”

Fergus hands me a joint for the car ride home.

"Here, ruv." He smiles.