rafaeal-50281505 @rafaeal-50281505
The 1980s were a time of excess and decadence, and I was right in the middle of it all. As a teenager, I was caught up in the glamour of it all - the big hair, the even bigger makeup, and the music that seemed to pulsate through my very being. I had always been a bit of a rebel, never content to conform to society's expectations, and so I found myself drawn to the counterculture movement that was sweeping the nation.
I spent most of my time at clubs like CBGB and Max's Kansas City, where I'd dance the night away with friends who shared my love of punk rock music. We'd drink and smoke and talk about politics and social change, feeling like we were part of something bigger than ourselves. And when the night wore on, we'd slip out into the streets, looking for adventure - or just a good time.
But it wasn't all fun and games. There was a darker side to our lifestyle that I was still getting used to. The violence, the crime, the desperation in people's eyes... it all seemed so much more intense than anything I'd ever experienced before. And yet, despite all of this, there was something about it all that felt so exciting - like we were on the cusp of something big, something revolutionary. Little did I know just how true that would be.
