they say the lights are pretty

friday night the crew made our way to the wiltern to check out pretty lights. if you ask me it may as well have been 1993, some random warehouse because everything else was quite the same...kids on drugs? check. glow sticks? check. crazy light show? check smoke machine? check. techno/dance/electro/whatever you choose to call it? check.






we had a grand time...danced like silly little kids...oh and found ourselves at an after hours down on union pacific...yeah, flashbacking in full effect.