Comes after Purim night.
And this time we got out of the neighborhood, saw the crowds, saw the people. And you're in a smoke filled room with strobe lights, chassidish jews gone "off the path" and everyone is dancing and yelling and holy crap, Rabbi Nachman is playing so you're jumping around.
And then the guy you've kind of always liked really might be asexual, not gay but not exactly a fully-charged hormonal beast most dudes are, but hey that means you've just found yourself a new best friend.
But then that night you dream that your moshpia comes to save you, to pick you up from the random location you've found yourself in and it reminds you of that time, when you were a kid, you went to McDonalds for a birthday party and ordered a cheeseburger;
You got a cheeseburger? You know cheeseburgers aren't kosher!
Yes mommy, but I wanted to try it.
So it's the same ordeal, that nagging curiosity to see just what happens in those smoky rooms and the loud places full of laissez-fare carelessness. And it's not so much a temptation, but a curiosity. Just a curiosity.
In either case, here's some music:
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