1 October 2002
Next is the E
Russell Wardlow, in his capacity as Mean Mr. Mustard, takes us out to look at the ravers:
"[A] friend of mine worked for several months at a webhosting company in which many of the other employers were weekly ravers, and had been doing it for several years. They were the most cohesively sour, bad-tempered and generally unhappy group he ever met. I know there isn't conclusive evidence about this, but I took that as a pretty strong indication that you can seriously screw up your serotonin receptors, if not permanently, then at least while you're taking the drug regularly. And who wants to be a depressed sourpuss 6 out of 7 days a week? You might as well just go Goth. The makeup is probably cheaper than the weekly E fix."
I manage eight days a week as a depressed sourpuss, and I've never had so much as a milligram of E. And believe me, you don't want to see me done up as some sort of Mutant Gothboi. But "cohesively sour, bad-tempered and generally unhappy"? I am there, Jack. In fact, I am there so long I should charge these guys rent.