Phoenix Landing

My name is Mike, I am 34 years old, and at the time that I am writing this (August of 2008) I am touring Boston as part of an exhibition tour I'm on, showcasing my art across the USA.

I arrived at the Phoenix Landing bar because I had read in one of Boston's local newspapers (http://www.weeklydig.com) that they have a regular Techno evening every Wednesday (http://www.SoulClap.com).

I happen to be partial to Techno, in fact I have been listening to the music and involved with the scene for just under 15 years. I have been to Techno parties on 3 continents to date and I even organized a number of parties when I was younger.

I was driven to the bar thanks to the courtesy of a friend who waited while I scouted the place out. I entered and was greeted by an amicable bouncer who allowed me to check the place out on the condition that should I choose to remain I bring some form of identification.

After chatting with the promoters, who were just setting up, I decided that the party could well be a fun experience, and therefore went back to my friend who was waiting in the car, brought my bag with my ID, released my friend and returned to the Phoenix.

This is when things started turning ugly.
FAST.

Read on here:
http://bit.ly/NaziPhoenix