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i am guilty of no crime!

well, not recently.
when i was 16 and ecstacy was still legal(5$ for uncut whitecaps or chocolate chip!), i used to go to this afterhours club called "house of eden". the manager was one of those tortured girls with an abusive boyfriend and a cocain problem. every nite, before the club officially opened, she would dance by herself to "let me go"(heaven 17) , "mdm.butterfly"(malcolm mclaren), "how soon is now"(smiths) and "amore"(ben chapman). this was the 80's and the drama was thick.

i was in love with her and would just watch her and curse my youth. her name was tonie.

now i wish i had that youth back...