Post #461214 by sandiegodan on Fri, Jun 12, 2009 7:59 AM

As the thread-starter mentioned, I too, was there on that shadowy and mysterious night at the Ti. Many of us have walked into the Ti thinking, “This place is small, these drinks are sweet, I can handle it”. That is not true, for you cannot.

The Ti possesses a magnetic quality, drawing one in like a beckoning siren lures in whoever she may choose. Once inside, however, often that rational area of the brain tries to explain and/or reason one into thinking that it is nothing more than a “hole-in-the-wall” bar, and it is at precisely this moment that you have already been taken.

Once you lose respect for the Ti, the seeming surreal events that follow are beyond the infantile illusion of the “control” you may have thought you had walking in.

Mere words can’t explain the power of the Ti so let me use an example:
There are 2 brothers, one knowingly takes a tab of acid while the other is slipped a tab of acid. Although both will go on a hallucinogenic trip, one will acceptingly go there while the other will be unwittingly “taken” there, much to his shock and horror. Those who walk into the Ti knowing what they are getting into will still embark upon an evening of limitless possibilities where time itself seems to hang suspended, as if waiting for events to unravel before resuming it’s normal course. Going into the Ti lacking respect and understanding can send one into a downward spiral of such magnitude, that their entire world will shake like a beetle on a pin.

On this particular night, I am happy to say we (most of us in the group) went in respecting the Ti, but the events that took a group of normally benevolent men on a wild, revolting, and fiendish joyride through L.A. as recounted in the above story, could have never been foreseen or even welcomed for that matter.