I went to a party in Baltimore or DC that must've been around '92. I took a bus from the stairs in front of the please touch museum or something. It was my first out-of-state party and at my age, the first time I remember being unsupervised out of town as well. Shortly after getting acclimated to this bizarre new experience, I checked out the merch booths. They were scattered around the entrance in some arrangement I can't recall. Some guys were selling T-shirts and other swag. No doubt I probably told them I was from Philly, as I was already telling people I was from there. One of the dudes sold me my first hit of acid, which I blindly ingested immediately, not caring about the repercussions it might have. These guys were selling T-shirts and other swag. The one guy was a legend in the scene but I won't reveal his name for obvious reasons. The other guy was Kevin Gimble, who ended up changing my life many times over and went on to help throw some of the best parties in rave history and is now managing high-profile clients or something in LA. The name of their merch booth was Big Fun House. I don't remember much else from that party.
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