Exhausted, you find your way upstairs. Passing the large, ventilated smoking lounge, you find two ADA-compliant bathrooms. Beyond that...aah, bliss! You sink down into the fluff and immediately fall into a deep, powerful conversation that changes your life even though you barely remember it in the morning.

Outside, traffic on 3rd Street is light but steady. If the police show up, the owner will walk down. pull the deed to the building out of his pocket, and thank them for stopping by.

This is the old skool. It is what I'd been imagining, only better -- and the owners would've come to our party anyway. The first party here is destined to become a raver legend.