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What Happens At Rage Stays At Rage


That’s in a perfect world. What happens at Rage goes on Facebook, Instagram, Snap Chat, Twitter the types of social platforms goes on and on. Pictures of you doing things that may embarrass you for years to come will be out there on the internet forever. Not to mention the live options that we are all using these days. When you’re intoxicated and feeling fab, live is the way to go, right? Wrong, you’ll regret it tomorrow…

You’ve waited 12 years of your school career to have this 10 day jam packed party paradise at Rage, don’t mess it up by not being able to remember any of it, or by being arrested using or selling drugs which will mark your future for years to come. Rather let this be a fabulous memory of your last days of Matric before the final results come out.

Be aware of guys with faces that are too hairy and muscles to Dac 4 Vac – this is probably their 4th time at Rage and they’re preying on the young innocent new Ragers.What Happens At Rage Stays At Rage

It’s too late to tell you about accommodation and passports, because that is usually done in January, so if you’re Raging in 2019 sort out your accommodation and passports now. The passports are a way of staying safe as your movements are tracked when you go in and out of the various gigs or jams or transport systems.

So Take Care

Have your wits about you all the time.

Don’t carry cash, rather buy the tokens offered by the organizers.

Keep your phone and room card safe.

Be sure to party with a buddy system.

Have your best friend there to hold your hair or man bun back while you throw up, rather than taking photos of you or doing a live video of you!

Even at Rage here is the possibility of your drinks being spiked… even if you knowingly spiked them yourself.

Always have an emergency contact number in your memory or safely stashed in your pocket, not on your phone, when you’re in that state you’re bound to have already misplaced or have had your phone stolen. Let this contact person be aware you will call at any time of day or night if there is a crisis, or you’re not coping with the reaction to alcohol or especially drugs are causing.

Don’t be afraid of crowds or smelly people – at Rage there will be loads of them crammed into a tent with mud underfoot. You will lose your shoes, don’t wear your Jimmy Choo’s, or your New White Nike’s. Trainers and flops are the way to go.

redfrogsBe on a lookout for the red frogs, they are there to help if you’ve had too much to drink or the drugs you’ve taken are having a bad effect on you, they will be outside all the  Rage events & venues to help.

Work on a daily budget and stick to it. Make sure food is a priority and not only booze and drugs are included.

3 things not to forget

Sunblock.  It’s gonna be hot in the sun in that pool – you don’t want to spend the next 3 days in agony. 

Toothpaste. After a night on the tiles  … a fresh mouth is the best!

Condoms. Yeah. 

Oh and the 4th thing not to forget.

Do your parents a favour by touching base on a daily basis, this is probably their hard earned cash you’re splashing around and they deserve to know that you’re safe and having a good time. 

Most of all Rage Safe and come home with magic memories… and epic photo moments.

Rage Out!


Clinton D – An Addict in Recovery from Johannesburg

An Addict In Recovery from Johannesburg

Hi, My name is Clinton and I am an addict. I live in Johannesburg but spent a large part of my teens in the beautiful city of Cape Town. I have a loving mother who brought me up as a single parent for most of my youth, although I had to learn a few life lessons on my own. I also have a lovely daughter and I love spending time with her more and more.

My journey of destruction started around standard five in primary school. It became obvious that I battled to relate with other kids my age. Which I blamed on my mother for moving to a new home and new school almost every year since I could remember. I started to dabble with smoking and drinking neat hard liquor on weekends. I was a loner but spent time with another loner kid that blamed the world for his circumstances and I came to adopt his behaviours. This got a reaction from other children who I thought were cool and the ‘in’ crowd.

I moved onto high school and I used the same behavioural techniques in my friendships. I mirrored my peers, which allowed me to hide my true feelings. I was actually terrified of other kids and could not bring myself to tell anyone so I just acted and played the part of the guy who actually does not really care about anything or anyone. Drugs and alcohol became a regular part of my life and with that I was involved in many different social circles where my only connection to them was my using and excessive acting out by way of breaking rules, sexual activity with a variety of partners, stealing drugging, self-mutilation and so forth. So I became very socially inept and found myself planning my spare time around a lifestyle suited to ‘the show” I was putting on.

I had a serious accident that almost took my life in my matric year, I mention it because it slowed my using down but, make no mistake, I was using just a few weeks after waking from my coma. My diminished mental capacity didn’t allow for me to easily manipulate and take advantage. My resentment and hatred for life grew.

I excelled at work which opened doors to my managers letting things slide without consequence, like coming to work drunk or late, sometimes missing a shift, or making sexual advances on the women I worked with. I began to feel entitled to do anything I wanted now. I gradually started to use and do insane things in my spare time. I moved a few jobs regularly, had vastly different groups of friends from very different social circles and would take on the fun party guy title. I minimised my isolated lifestyle by saying that nothing tied me down and I was free but frustration grew inside of me.

I lived like that for years until I move to Johannesburg and found my drug of choice which in turn led to insane levels of alcoholism, drug induced euphoria and promiscuity. Looking back, I actually don’t know what was more prevalent in my life in the end. I had experienced a lot of success at the company where I had been working for eight years and the sizable extra commissions were paying the way for a life where I could give up on all the “friendships” I had and base myself at dealer’s houses, sex clubs, dirty cheap hotels, casinos and live my addict life. I was completely consumed by an illusion of grandiosity and was stuck in a sick and dangerous criminal element at night. I was living a lie at the office where people just assumed I was a fun loving guy who had an interesting social life. Every day in my life had become an episode in some crazy and unbelievable show of ignorant and shameless life. And one day it caught up to me. Drugs weren’t working, people had died, I had made some poor woman pregnant and the list of consequences I was ignoring grew every single day. But still I was unwilling to give up on the daily adventure. I had accepted that this was my life a long time ago and just hoped it would fix itself eventually but it never did.

In the haze of a party I realised that I was stuck in a cycle I had no idea how to get out of and I phoned Houghton House. I did not consciously believe that I had any addiction problems at the time. But it became evident that what I needed was for the denial to be arrested. My life had become a haven for my poisonous behavior.

In treatment I learnt the extent of what my life had become. My physical, mental and spiritual existence had withered away and nothing was left. Once I was inside this place I saw that there wasn’t going to be a social technique, go-getting attitude or sexy smile that was going to win the group over. I had to work hard and keep doing the right thing and I accepted very quickly that I needed to listen to what I was being told. The commonality amongst my fellows in Houghton House was apparent and I could relate to everything and everyone. I grew to love this place after the fear was gone and came to believe that it saved my life and opened my mind to a world of possibilities of a life that meant something and not being a slave to interpretations of external illusions and false concepts I had created in my mind.

I am learning to deal with new things every day now and I find joy in the unlikeliest of places. The more I give to my recovery the more I get out of my recovery, my mindset is not one of avoidance and fear of the possibility of failure and going back but to accept my state of mind and accept that everything is going to be okay. Some days are hard but I know that there is no substance out there that is going to fix anything and make anything I have in my life better. My programme of self-discovery is a journey and I know my path has led me to this point in my life for a reason beyond my understanding.

I cannot speak of any one day that stands out as a day of happiness because every day is a day that I need to be grateful for. I wake up every day and I stay clean, I don’t know how, or why, or try work it out. Life in recovery with my fellows is not what I imagined but it is a solution to my problem and I in turn feel like I am part of that solution, I find happiness in unselfish things and enjoy the freedom of thinking that a job or money is more important than who I am and the joy I get in living a life filled with a higher power being able to connect with others. I know in my heart that I don’t run a perfect programme and that is okay. I do what is necessary and ask for help when I need it. I know that I belong now.