I chased Paradise for a couple of years after high school. Popping pills, pulsating clubs and recurrent sexual encounters were the platonic pillars to weekly routine. Paying the price for digestible hours of joy, exchanging door fees to enter turbulent pools of charged testosterone, and staring blankly at minimally clad women. Not to mention the “down” sides of these Utopian experiences, after a while the “ups” didn’t seem worth the effort. The wheels turned and I found myself searching, once again, for the elusive Paradise. However, this time I was armed with a camera, microphone, and flash. I now hope the resulting montage will turn ambitious pilgrims, like myself, away from these absurd rituals we mindlessly engage in.