It's another sweltering Phoenix night — the millionth one of the summer. One hundred forty-seven 20-somethings are gathered in this dank, smelly warehouse, perspiring and writhing in unison to deafening rock music. One young woman in a miniskirt made entirely of paper clips thrashes wildly beside a guy in a plastic raincoat and a Brockabrella hat. An obese man wearing a sailor suit and a wig made of lima beans is screaming.... More >>>