Some nutjob named Aaron Kyle Huff walked into a Seattle house on Saturday morning and shot eight people before turning the gun on himself. Huff and six of his victims died, making it one of the deadliest crimes in local history (and remember, we had Ted Bundy and the Green River Killer). Local response is typical… everyone is shocked, Aaron always seemed like such a nice young man, so happy and energetic, sprinkling rose petals and frolicking amongst the wood nymphs.
Normally you don’t expect to find a houseful of kids dressed up like zombies smoking weed at 7:00 a.m., but you have to understand that this all happened on Capitol Hill, Seattle’s ground zero for alternative culture. After some wholesome fun at a zombie rave dubbed “Better Off Undead,” a bunch of post-goth death enthusiasts headed over to a nearby house for an after-party. Just after 7:00 a.m. Aaron Huff arrived and started his murder spree, although why he targeted that specific house is still unknown.
Some of the zombie kids were on the evening news, lamenting the shattered bond of trust so important to the rave community. What does this sacred rave trust entail, aside from not ratting out fellow acid-dropping high schoolers? Your guess is as good as mine. A couple ravers have waxed poetic about rave culture values like tolerance and acceptance of everyone, no matter what they look like or how they dress. In reality, acceptance generally hinges on being the same kind of “different” that they are… a lethal combination of Banana Republic and heterosexuality earns me freak status. I wonder if goth/raver self-romanticizing will be effected by the realization that death isn’t as fun as it looks.
[tags]aaron kyle huff, seattle, crime, murder[/tags]