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I had been glancing through World War Z. I read it a few years ago, and today I saw a part where one of the people interviewed mentioned someone lining up at a door and people lining up behind him, for no reason. (Based on the theory if there is a line they must be giving away something good.)
I've seen that happen back in 1995 while in Indianapolis staking out a Rave in an attempt to find my youngest daughter who had been missing for a week. Raves were not fun group dances where kids drank healthy drinks and had a ball gyrating to electronic music. They were the haven of drug dealers, LSD, ecstasy, and anything you could name to get a child intoxicated or high. My daughter had disappeared at a Rave in Milford, Ohio after sneaking out of her mother's house. She was 13.
We knew if she was alive, she would show up at a Rave again. I thought she was dead, but I had become something like a zombie in an attempt to find her. When you have a child missing, life is a wall smack halt. I couldn't sleep or work, could barely eat, and I was on a mission. I don't know how people survive when they have children missing for years. After seven days, I was ready to take out anyone who got in my way.
This night, after setting up a cell phone network at her step-father's house, we had all seven eastern raves we had found covered, one all the way out in Texas. It was pretty impressive the way we had pulled it together without any help. If she showed up at any Rave, one of the spotters would find her. I had talked to the Indianapolis police, and they weren't aware Raves existed or didn't much care. I couldn't believe it. With my sister and my cousin, I drove to Indy and found the warehouse downtown where the Rave would begin at midnight. The entry door was in an alley. I parked in a T cross alley where I could see every person who came and went.
Early Ravers were already inside so we had to get a look at the kids who were there. The kids were young. Some looked like they were about 12. I couldn't believe they were out this late and had money to pay a ten dollar cover. We approached the people at the door and found the promoter. I handed him my daughter's picture.
"We're trying to find this girl. You can either let us look or we'll get the police in here and let them search."
No promoter ever gave us trouble. In this case they already knew about my missing daughter and said they would give all the help they could. She wasn't inside so we went back to the vehicle and waited. At both ends of the alley, we saw drug dealers openly selling drugs. I had a .45 and a permit so we didn't feel threatened where we were parked. We never saw one police car all night. No one even seemed to notice us among the other parked cars. It was pretty weird.
We watched everyone who came and went. They all seemed to dress like Chinese peasants, in beige or white baggy tops and pants, and we couldn't tell who was a boy or girl because most were so young. At one point about three in the morning, kids began lining up at a door about 50 feet away facing in the alley where I had parked. The first kid walked up to the door and stood there staring at it. He didn't knock and didn't move. Soon, 20 kids had lined up behind the first one. They all just stood there staring at the door, waiting for it to open. The first one in line had picked the wrong door in the wrong alley, and I guess they were waiting for the Rave to begin.
I've seen that happen back in 1995 while in Indianapolis staking out a Rave in an attempt to find my youngest daughter who had been missing for a week. Raves were not fun group dances where kids drank healthy drinks and had a ball gyrating to electronic music. They were the haven of drug dealers, LSD, ecstasy, and anything you could name to get a child intoxicated or high. My daughter had disappeared at a Rave in Milford, Ohio after sneaking out of her mother's house. She was 13.
We knew if she was alive, she would show up at a Rave again. I thought she was dead, but I had become something like a zombie in an attempt to find her. When you have a child missing, life is a wall smack halt. I couldn't sleep or work, could barely eat, and I was on a mission. I don't know how people survive when they have children missing for years. After seven days, I was ready to take out anyone who got in my way.
This night, after setting up a cell phone network at her step-father's house, we had all seven eastern raves we had found covered, one all the way out in Texas. It was pretty impressive the way we had pulled it together without any help. If she showed up at any Rave, one of the spotters would find her. I had talked to the Indianapolis police, and they weren't aware Raves existed or didn't much care. I couldn't believe it. With my sister and my cousin, I drove to Indy and found the warehouse downtown where the Rave would begin at midnight. The entry door was in an alley. I parked in a T cross alley where I could see every person who came and went.
Early Ravers were already inside so we had to get a look at the kids who were there. The kids were young. Some looked like they were about 12. I couldn't believe they were out this late and had money to pay a ten dollar cover. We approached the people at the door and found the promoter. I handed him my daughter's picture.
"We're trying to find this girl. You can either let us look or we'll get the police in here and let them search."
No promoter ever gave us trouble. In this case they already knew about my missing daughter and said they would give all the help they could. She wasn't inside so we went back to the vehicle and waited. At both ends of the alley, we saw drug dealers openly selling drugs. I had a .45 and a permit so we didn't feel threatened where we were parked. We never saw one police car all night. No one even seemed to notice us among the other parked cars. It was pretty weird.
We watched everyone who came and went. They all seemed to dress like Chinese peasants, in beige or white baggy tops and pants, and we couldn't tell who was a boy or girl because most were so young. At one point about three in the morning, kids began lining up at a door about 50 feet away facing in the alley where I had parked. The first kid walked up to the door and stood there staring at it. He didn't knock and didn't move. Soon, 20 kids had lined up behind the first one. They all just stood there staring at the door, waiting for it to open. The first one in line had picked the wrong door in the wrong alley, and I guess they were waiting for the Rave to begin.
Frustrated because I didn't believe we could watch two groups at once, I finally got out of the Jeep and approached the door that would never be opened.
"Hey," I yelled. "Are you people here for the Rave?"
They all nodded in unison.
"The entrance is in the alley over there. You're at the wrong door."
Silent, just like walking dead, they all filed around the corner to the other alley door. I shook my head and walked back to the Jeep. The night was a bust. We later found out my daughter was at a Rave in Louisville that same night, but the spotter got sick and left early. I didn't know this until after we recovered her alive, which happened several days later, due to my luck at detective work.
But that's another story.
Silent, just like walking dead, they all filed around the corner to the other alley door. I shook my head and walked back to the Jeep. The night was a bust. We later found out my daughter was at a Rave in Louisville that same night, but the spotter got sick and left early. I didn't know this until after we recovered her alive, which happened several days later, due to my luck at detective work.
But that's another story.
Techno Raves were not one my favorites things.
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