He let the spirit of the music move the sense of trouble from his head, and opened his own spirit outward, reveling in the flow of the music and the crowd, filling with the sweet tang of marijuana smoke, patchouli, amber resin, gin, and spilled beer. This mélange was undercut with traces from people vaping near the door, and Moss loved it all.
If he was a different person, he would be dissolving acid on his tongue, or dropping MDMA. But the magic of the music and the energy of the crowd were ecstasy enough. He had learned that long ago. Oh, Moss wasn’t against some Tanqueray and chronic, and would be getting another drink or a puff soon, but for joyous, soul expanding communion? His preferred drugs were still music, dancing, sex, or magic.
Nothing better in the world.
Check back in early 2019 for Moss and Shaggy’s story!