#13 THE WEATHER STARTED GETTING ROUGH, THE TINY SHIP WAS LOST . . .

By J.J. Colagrande


In the middle of the Brothers Past set the festival shut down. Just like that. They told us to go back to our cars. Rain. Pouring rain. And lightning. I liked it. hahaha. The rain tickled and sparkled–like little fairy tweets. hahaha. I loved it. I slid with the music and there was no music. Woooooooo. I felt like a cascading waterfall. Wet & Wild. hahahaha Disneyland. Slip N Slide. You know what? It didn’t even rain at Camp Bisco, it sparkled. It felt amazing. A maze. hahahaha never get out of this maze. wakka wakka … Oh my god–I hadn’t slept at all, you know–I’d been going all day and night and day–it was all good-in-the-hood. My face felt like it was going to explode–just kidding–maybe when the bass came on at Rusko–hahahaha–unless the festival was truly shut down for the night. I didn’t want to go back to my vehicle, but everyone else headed to their cars. I knew I parked somewhere near the VIP entrance, but for some reason it took me forever to find my direction. A lot of people were running, so I joined them, but I fell a few times, slipped was more like it, face-planted would probably best describe the action–but at least I landed right in the middle of mud. The mud felt good. I was Judy Grimes. Just kidding. But the storm was getting worse. I heard people screaming at the lightning and thunder. Yet I thought it looked beautiful, like Zeus playing billiards with Neptune at some Olympia Bar–just kidding–it was the Grime–the bolts split the sky–the rain came down—It felt great. Just kidding. I did feel great. I was repeating myself because I was definitely fucked up–but I felt great. Just kidding. I felt with my hands. Just kidding. I didn’t have any hands. I had claws. Just kidding. I was a lobster. A rock lobster. Just kidding. Do you know the Saturday Night Live skit I’m parodying? Hahaha. Even tho the storm looked like something cool out of a Steven King movie–it would soon pass. And it did. It took awhile but eventually the main stage lights turned back on. The PA cranked out Electric Avenue and it was back to the party for the last Disco Biscuits set. I fell a few more times, but I headed towards the Main Stage. And that’s when I finally saw Keith, by the torches. At first I couldn’t tell because the dude looked covered in hives. But that was unquestionably his silhouette. There hung my ding-dong, just standing there…

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