The story · 1987
The story of Ultraviolet Juice Bar
On Saturdays the old furniture warehouse became Ultraviolet, and your white shirt glowed like a ghost the second you walked in. A circle always opened on the floor for breakdancing on flattened cardboard. The juice bar served tropical punch in cups that glowed purple. Your hand stamp lasted until Tuesday, which was the whole point.
Ultraviolet's hand stamp was a tiny glowing lightning bolt, and kids traced over it in marker to keep it all week.





