First last and only time I did K.
That's both surprising to me and a real shame. I thought you were an experienced old-school raver, but you've only done K once in your life?
Candy necklace raver types were helpful to those of us flipping pills, doses, and Ketamine at the rave… In the 90s, these events would get raided and shut down by L.E.…
…(aka: Six Down, The City's Finest, The Five Oh, The Boys in Blue, One Time, The Fuzz, Po-Po Penelopes, John Q. Law, or as I like to call them: NarcoSwine)…
I've been in ~a half dozen police raids of warehouse parties/raves from the late 90s and early 2000s.
These raids would really suck w/a head full of acid, one pocket fat w/cash, the other w/rolls, blotter, and bags of K I'd cooked up from liquid. I'd bring ~60 pressed pills – pressies of MDMA were the norm back then ("Molly" can be a shady bitch) – and sell all but maybe 8 of them, plus a few dozen hits of acid, and maybe a dozen bags of K at $20 each.
Picture this: the hypnotic, four-on-the-floor bass music stops and lights come on, but it's still kinda dark; except now there are some very intense, serious-faced LEOs in SWAT gear walking around—some w/guns drawn and some shining flashlights in ppl's eyes to see who looks the most fucked up. They're in people's faces with impromptu questions that smack of Miranda Rights violations. They would especially focus hard on the obvious club kid types, the young bro wearing maybe a white tank, absurd bellbottom JNCOs, ADIDAS shoes, and bleach-blonde-tipped hair spiking through a neon green visor w/heart-shaped LED light-clips on the bill; or the girl clutching a pair of glow sticks, rocking costume wings (in April), a naive look, and a giant candy necklace w/a pacifier on it. These kids would get frisked just for being so conspicuous, and subsequently arrested if they had anything on them. But then, perhaps it wasn't a good idea to bring a gas mask slathered in Vicks vapor rub to the rave tonight after all, club kids…