MORTY ROSENFELD WAS SO STONED on Euphoria, a hot new synthetic drug, that he danced faster than a speeding cursor on a computer screen. It was 3 o'clock one morning last July at the Limelight, one of New York City's wildest night spots, and the computer-generated "techno" music was deafening. Not the best place for an interview, perhaps, but Rosenfeld, 21, a promoter who did marketing work for the club, insisted on this surreal setting. He feared that the interview could be some kind of setup arranged by Secret Service or FBI agents, and thus he wanted to be near "friends...
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