I’m 25 years old.
I’m a stand-up citizen who pays my taxes, eats my vegetables and calls my mom.
I’m also obsessed with happy hardcore, neon glowsticks, trippy visuals and PLUR.
According to this site, I’m a “geriatric raver.”
I’m a little depressed now.
(Photo via Real Surf)
I’ll be there with you. We can dance until 8:30.. or until we break a hip. Whichever comes first.
{ Untz, untz, untz, untz … crack. Ow, ow, ow, ow. }
The sound of a geriatric raver breaking a hip.