Infest 3

Do you know where your teenager is at 5 o'clock in the morning?

They are looking for drugs*, dirty dancing, and pounding pounding techno music...

I think this has been the best Infest ever.

I will attempt to be more coherent tomorrow. Er, later today. Sleep time. The bus hair salon leaves in, um, about 7 hours... Oh dear...

Also, I have bought glowsticks. May the deities of rock'n'roll have mercy on my hypothetical sprirital appendage.

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* Alcohol! Caffeine! Sin! Oh noes!