What particularly struck me were the reports from the party, the rave, at the fairgrounds, in which of some 50 to 60 arrests for narcotics, I think 10 percent, six of them, were from Gainesville and the rest came from outside. Chalmers voice is lilting music, the wind-blown strains of an aeolian harp, a sonorous melody. His pulsing aura has become streaming hair, blowing in an unfelt wind. There's a problem with raves. For a moment he is indescribably old, in the next instant his face is as smooth and unlined as a teenager's.
Designer drugs are expensive.
Admission to the rave is expensive. And this only becomes worth your while to travel from a distance to come here and put together that amount of money if it's going to be able to go on for a long period of time. We're a young community, it's full of young people, and their habits are different from that of many who are older, and we've got to think about that, and keep that in mind. Chalmers' brown suit has become a robe. But the thing is you can't have everything you want.