The
90s marks my first exposure to the club life style. I was about
18
and I reluctantly decided to accompany some friends to one of
about two
clubs in 90s Sacramento. It was called the El Dorado club. It
was a writhing, thumping orgy of young thirsty lust pumping in
and out
to the rhythm of 90s dance music. House and techno
uncut like raw cocaine in
our virgin veins.