A DJ spins a set of bubbly breaks. Inside one tent, which features the federal Drug Enforcement Administration insignia on its flap, the Miami Coalition's director of communications, Bernie Diaz, remains unruffled by the sparse audience. Ahh, Diaz purrs with a knowing smile. This is a massager, he explains, rolling the suspect device back and forth on the soldier's arm. It heightens the sensual effects of Ecstasy.
Total strangers massage each other, which leads to sexual contact.
See, cherry flavor. It tastes like candy. They like that. We've got an epidemiologist right outside you can talk to. As Diaz's eyes begin burning with the light of a true believer, Kulchur carefully backs out of the tent and heads for the rave candy.