(MA) Mature Audiences - Coarse Language, Drug References It's a cold winter evening in midtown Manhattan and we're stumbling through traffic to get to Warhol's Factory. After making our way through a throng of rappers, we arrive at the party where the foyer is decked out in some kind of art installation piece with 3D graphics projected on all four walls. The rave inside is in full swing and it don't matter if it's the 90s or the 2020s, Neo won't save you from the red pill. We are dragged into an escape room by a group of geezers who don't know if they're Britpop icons or gothic industrialists but the mojitos flow thick and fast. The backdoor leads us to two options; the group of Jamaicans in the alley way amidst a cloud of green smoke, or the hippy chicks in the Hummer beckoning within the open back door. We choose the latter and wake up arriving back home beneath an Australasian sunrise. If you think things are difficult now, just remember today is always more innocent than tomorrow
