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Sorry, big time Grateful Dead fan here.
I had a girl back in the late 80's take me to a club that played Techno. Even her Tig-ole-Biddies that she kept stickin' my head in between couldn't keep me in there.
I staggered away from the auditory assault to the street. I threw up in the street though I wasn't drinking. It felt like my stomach was poisoned and my head was coshed.
I got in my truck, put on Franklin's Tower and lit a huge doobie. Life started to be good again.