When I was younger we used to go to these warehouse parties in the industrial zones of the city. Nobody was anywhere around after 8 so it was pretty much a free

When I was younger we used to go to these warehouse parties in the industrial zones of the city. Nobody was anywhere around after 8 so it was pretty much a free for all. Anyway they would set up these massive speakers and absolutely blast the music. There was one guy who would occasionally show up, tripping hard on god knows what, and dance with his head pretty much buried in the cone of an 18" driver. I mean like non-stop for 5 or so hours. As we got to know more of the regulars we learned that he was deaf, and by doing that he could feel the music and all it's intricacies running through his body. Always made me smile after learning that. Never got to meet him though, because he was always, well, way off in space so to speak.