CHEMICAL GENERATION

  It was 1989 the summer of love, ungerground youth was having it large and the powers that be were in a state of panic.Tens of thousands of ravers,crusties,new age travellers,hardcore revellers and any other cosmic alchemist from the daisy age was tuning in and tripping out.
  Fetz was just another young soul in the scene with his small posse of like minds who were vital for such missions to take shape in this era hailed as the second summer of love reminiscent of the 60,s hippie culture.This second wave of euphoric anti mainstreamism had grabbed the U.K, s imagination and before 1988 was out the party had started to roll with folks from every walk of life coming together as one.This oneness rocked the status quo as football hooligans busted shapes with sworn enemies,tribalism had changed.Tribalism had become a drug fuelled love up whilst being subliminally rocked by the bass line of the tribal repetitive beat syndrome.
  Newspapers were all over the scene as if the end was nigh and anarchy was around the corner,shock and horror clashed with peace and love how gloriously fucked up the media headlines were. The ravers were laughing at the system and the system had unleashed Thatchers children into an underground custom designed to appeal to the unemployed and the yuppies,conformists and non-conformists,every preconception and stereotypical view had been chewed up and spat out with a double dose of hallucinogenics with the music to warp the plot together.
  Within a field somewhere in the south of England at four in the morning eighty thousand revellers continued to stomp to the repetition with as much fervour as if it was four in the afternoon.Times illusion was clear as amongst these masses Fetzs posse converged whilst Dee dispensed the equal doses of drugs.Within the converged posse were two more ,Swerve  and Biffy, all three boys and one female whose ages aligned consumed the alchemical potion as had become ritualistic.
  The subsonic bass transcended through the mass of ravers as if the DJ had mastered the art of large scale hypnotism.As the beats dropped the euphoric piano rifts brought thousands upon thousands of arms up into the air, akin to religious delirium where  T.V Christendom clashes with voodoo.
  The posse strained to maintain a sense of clarity as Dee informed the lads that only one more eight hour dose of chemicals was in safe keeping to ensure the posse made the mission back home.Swerve reminded his fellow repetitive beat syndromions all the pot had been consumed with Fetz screaming against the music towards Swerve in a manner that clearly revealed something of the two characters.
"Well fuck me, in a field rammed with bodz off their nuts take one fucking guess how to solve such a problem"Fetz aired the obvious as Swerve looked about him as if he had only just noticed the mass of heads, arms and legs surrounding him.
  "I will see what I can do a dodgy lookin crustie was doing the rounds with pot but I didn't click to acquire his service due to my attention being on the music and the high"
  Swerve melted into the throngs of people as if he knew exactly where to track down one crustie amongst ten thousand peeps.Again it had not crossed his mind a golden nugget of wacky baccy could lay with anyone of the folk before him. Fetz shook his head whilst conveying his thoughts to Biffy" Fuckin dangerous if he had a brain that lad and twice as lethal if he could use the fucking thing"Biffy just grinned as if he was accustomed to such scenarios or maybe the grin was in sync with Fetz moanin simply via the effect of the chemicals.This is why Dee was the lady with the potion power for her wisdom of such missions always ensured safe passage, unlike the males the illusion of confusion  was less potent due to her ability to lip read and tune into body language.Lip reading was the primary means of communication except her observations of three lads in altered states of minds still led her to the conclusion a mother figure was still vital especially on a mission.
All three lads had upmost respect for Dee who was one of the lads simply because the lads would never understand the notion of them being one of a females child.Fetz had no sense of quantity with time to manage the possees stash and Swerve would as had happened end up with the potion of pills and powders with blotters being around his person via pockets,socks,stash places cut with razors and sweating into oblivion in both of his palms.Biffy had a tendency to allow paranoia to creep in and therefore the possee would end up babysitting him talking him down and assuring him undercover pigs don't congregate in tens around lads looking far too wired to be a drug kingpin.
  It was the scene and this is how it manifested amongst ravers each had each other's back via a sixth sense or repetitive alchemical e.s.p that just seemed to slot into the moment and allow the era to be embraced.This was the daisy age and this night would end up with the foursome again coming up trumps smelling of roses.