Epilepsy.

I never liked the music they play at such dances, but that's okay. The songs aren't so bad, really, when you can barely hear them.

Revolving balls of mirrors and the beams of light they create. I can catch them in the palm of my hand...

B-boys in the back of the gym, showing off their few tricks.

I don't know most of the people here, and dislike many of the ones I do know. But that's okay, because the social order is breaking down and now I'm dancing with them.

Shouting lame jokes into one another's ears and giggling at insinuations that neither of us understand.

Tonight is a good night.

Every night is a good night.