One night, during my third manic episode, I found myself in Marin. I forget whose house I was at, but who ever it was they had to go to bed. It was a week night and I was itching to get into something exciting. I decided to call my friend Tom. When he answered I asked him if he wanted to go to “the city” with me and find the place to be. He told me he was down.
I picked him up and we we went strait to a club called Liquid. I knew it to be a hot spot; even on weekday nights. When we got to the scene it turned out to be pretty happening. We danced and mingled for a while, however i wasn’t fully satisfied. I wanted to find the “place” to be.
Eventually, I went out for a breath of fresh air and a breath of smoke. I walked up to the corner and back. On my way back I became drawn to a Latino man standing by the curb. Like a meeting channeled by the Gods I walked up to him and said, “where do I need to be?” He stared up and out to the stars and said, “Man, you need to go to Justice League.” I got the cross streets and Tom and I were off.
In front of Justice League was a mob. As I led us up to it the “sea of people” parted. It was like they didn’t even see me coming or notice us passing by them. They were all preoccupied with their cigarettes and conversations, but they moved. I walked straight through the mob and into the building.
Inside I was absolutely amazed. The venue was unique and there was a public enemy style of band on stage. I remember there was a large circle in front of the stage with people break dancing in the middle. Their moves were current and amazing. Then I realized that Tom wasn’t with me. I walked around and searched for him around the bar. No Tom. I then walked outside and found him squatting up against the wall of the building. I said to him, “aren’t you coming in?” He replied, “it’s passes only.” For a moment I felt the fear of not being able to get back in. Then the felling of the “channel” took back over. I told Tom, “If he asks again tell him I’m your pass.” We walked right in with no questions asked.
I led Tom to the dance circle. The circle was crowded, yet we had a few feet of space around us. It was like we were packing a force field. I got my fix on the “breakers” and went off to take a leak. When I went to exit the restroom I noticed the backstage door. I walked right in and sat down with the artists. Immediately a joint was passed to me. Tom peeked his head in the door, I said he’s my friend, and the joint was passed to him. We closed down the club, backstage. The force was definitely with me that night.
