It was in a suburb of Houston called Missouri City. I went to this party, and the guy that owned the house was like this 20 year old Mexican singer. I didn't believe that he was famous, 'cause I don't listen to mexican music. But he pulled out some of his tapes and proved it. So anyway, it was after Straight. Around Christmas time. 1989. And there was this one dude who was dealing, and everyone was on X. We went out that night to go to a club and get gum. That was the night that I learned how to dance. I couldn't hardly even two step until then. The music had colors and I couldn't get the perma grin off my face. That was also the night that I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I was beautiful physically. I always thought that I was just the biggest dog on the face of the earth. And not only was I beautiful, but it was ok to think that. Knowing that I am beautiful does not mean that I'm vain or conceited.
I guess these days they'd have called that party a Rave.