More than once I've had a desert party where our peculiar activities caught the attention of the HP or other agency.. Now not having a particular M.O. I have occasionally enjoyed certain sav wa flavors! You know the basic rock n roll hedonist weekend where tickets were sold! Bands would play, there were emergency trailers for health situations with Dr.'s and Nurses!
Now they were what raves wished to fucking evolve into! But, we owned the desert! The People! So we had tents night time fire fest, beer and cold accouterments. Whatever you needed also happened. The bad was, shit, turn around, real fast, drunk, on a desert hillside, drunk, and fall down to the next level where mosh pits were invented, only to save lives!
Todays reality is controlled, ours, we ran it.
Moral to the story, run all the bastards out, take their fuckin debt with them and tell'm fuck off! Then, pick up where we left off, before we were so rudely interrupted. Bettering the uniburst!
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