There must be some sort of quest marker hovering over my head or something, bc I have no clue how the fuck I just keep running into the most fascinating people Ever who then proceed to vanish from existence 24 hrs after spawning into my FOV. Complete anomalies. It's so awesome. I feel like The Dude from The Big Lebowski but, like, in a totally positive way actually.
I went to a rave under a bridge a few days ago. While I was waiting for my Uber home, this guy whose fashion sense I can only describe as "Adam Lambert if he owned an Audi" wished me safe travels as he walked past me. I called out "dude I love your whole vibe!" and, without even stopping or turning around, he yells back "stop it, darling, I'll blush" in the most queen voice imaginable.
Then, the very next night, I went to a breakcore rave at a communist bookstore. I got to talking with this cool anarchist dude who looked like an OG skinhead. He was preaching the virtues of mutual aid and grass-roots activism, but he had this look in his eye like he was absolutely fiending to go and petrol-bomb something (he later on said that there are two kinds of activists: those who petrol-bomb the establishment, and those who hold the first guy back, and he said his friend is the second kind. So, correct, I guess!)
As I was leaving, he called me a "top cunt"—hand on my shoulder, unwavering peace in his eyes—for taking my friend to get kebabs at 2 AM.
I'll never meet any of these people again, but they'll live forever in my mental rolodex of sick folks I have met Once and only once.
