Most ravers know the mantra, peace, love, unity, respect, or as they call it, plur.

It's a guide for ravers and clubbers that grew out of a desire to be in a safe and inclusive community.

It assures that those who feel like they're without a home can find one on the dance floor.

Because of that, fights and scuffles at a rave are pretty rare,

and the atmosphere itself

tends to be welcoming and loving.

And that all sounds great, right?

For 28-year-old Kyle Huff,

it might have sounded great at first,

but soon enough, for him,

rave became a synonym

for all evil in this world,

and he needed to get rid of that evil, no matter the cost.

Discretion is advised.

This is 10-minute murder. Welcome to 10 minute murder, brief and bingeable true crime.

I'm Joe, the host, and I appreciate you being here today.

And you can have to excuse me because I'm a little bit out of breath

I imagine I'll catch it at some point but I just ran upstairs

because I realized that I had Panda Express earlier

and I forgot my drink upstairs in my studio where I do all this is downstairs

so I ran up the stairs really quick and back down the stairs

because I didn't want the ice in my sweet tea to melt before I got to it again. So now I'm out of breath because I'm clearly in very good shape. And that's obviously sarcasm, but pre-panasonic, I was before the, in the before times, I could run up and down the flight of stairs without getting out of breath.

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