A story of me
BY, Mathew Greenwood
For those I love This is for the people that have seen me at my best and have praised me for it. Your loyalty and respect cherished. This is for the people that stood by me at my worst and lowest, never judging and always accepting. You have my love. This is for my family and all the good times. We have had. laughing, playing, chilling. And for all the bad times we have had. fighting, crying, arguments over stupid shit and dirty looks, yet when all was said and done. We stayed true to each other. This is for those who have been lost. You will always have a place in my heart. The memories we have shared raised high. You are remembered. This is what I have to say to these people, two words filled with all that I am. Thank you
Pre Seattle Me Before I came to Seattle I was living in Duvall. I was a handful. I was one of those kids that wouldn’t take shit from anyone and as such I ended up getting in lots of trouble. I also used to exclusively wear black as I was Goth and was really into the culture. Eventually I drifted away from wearing just black for the most part, because sometimes it’s just not practical. My views on the world haven’t changed much except for my views on drugs, because even though I caused a lot of problems when I was in Duvall I was against drugs since they were part of the reason I was in foster care my whole life. I had a completely different set of friends too. With the exception of pot all of them hated drugs as well.
GASOLINE One of the most dangerous lessons I learned was from my uncle. It’s when I found out just how explosive gas was. In Duvall we had a big burn pit full of stumps and stuff like are trash and brush we cleared out we would burn. Well one night, I was playing with the fire and my uncle came up with a jar of liquid and told me to get away from the fire. I told him no and started arguing with him. so he asked me are u sure and I’m like yeah so I turn around to start playing with the fire some more and then all of the sudden whoosh I get hit by a wall of flame and am thrown back I burned off half my hair on my head and my eyebrows it wasn’t fun and hurt a lot all my uncle said was next time I tell you to move u move. My mom was pissed but we all laughed about it and my uncle bought me ice cream so it wasn’t bad.
How I came to the Seattle rave scene. I was told about it from my friend Roxanne, though it was a couple weeks before I actually went. The name of the first party I went to was Wonka Land 2008 It was at Motor, a club that rested on 1stave. Motor would become my home for about 3 years. It was at my second party before I got my rave name of Dust. I got the name of dust because of my rave dad Spectral, he named me after his girlfriend’s teddy bear. Stardust. Dust would become name that I will retain for the rest of my life. I didn’t get into drugs right away. I went 6 months going to raves just dancing the night away and enjoying every second of it. I loved the music and the people and especially the vibes. But after about 6 months I decided to try ecstasy a terribly horrible yet amazing drug