Freedom, Through The Eyes Of A Junkie. | Rebelle Society
We rode around downtown. There were hundreds of people on the lawns smoking, drinking, throwing cans and cups of beer at passing bicyclists, screaming from the top of their toxic lungs. Bands played in the back and front yards of people homes, people were starting fights for amusement, paying no mind to cops driving through downtown in their assigned minivans, trying to bust anyone who looks like they might be having too much fun. It was pure anarchy. It was beautiful.