jason turner grinned like a wild homeless man, as he furiously swung his glow sticks in circular patterns, profusely sweating off the massive amount of excstacy he had just kissed from a strange mans mouth.

he wandered around the club, grinning and shirtless, taking peoples hands and forcing them to give him back massages. sweaty, pimply back massages. At this stage of the evening he was only wearing cargo pants and homeade angel wings, and the plethora of glow sticks he used to get rave boys to notice him.

he didn't notice the slaps to the mouth he got when he ran around grabbing crotches, or how embarrassed he made made his friends that went to this rave having no idea of what to expect, nor did he notice many of his glowsticks were leaking toxic goo all over his stench ridden body.

what jason turner DID notice, was when the excstacy wore off, and he woke up faced down in a plateful of chocolate pancakes at an atlanta denny's. shirtless and confused, trying to remember when the party ended, and the hell of his life outside the rave had begun.