#14 A CRAW-PHISH E’TOUFFEE

By J.J. Colagrande


Um. Hmm. How do I explain this? Where do I start? I guess with how she looked. OK. Totally covered in mud. Like, the girl could have had craw-fish living in her ears. The mud was all over her legs, arms, clothes, face, hair. Everywhere. Like a Primus song, her name could’ve been Mud. There might’ve been some sort of face paint mixed in there too, who could tell? I mean everyone was a little disheveled; so what, right?? It rained like a crazy monsoon. The whole place turned muddy. She didn’t seem to mind. But she didn’t seem to mind about anything. She was rolling her ass off on ecstasy. Um. I didn’t know what to do around that piece, exactly. I felt a little confused. I thought she came to Camp Bisco to write an article. I thought she had to work. I didn’t even know she did designer drugs. She said rarely, if ever, she indulged. She gave me a huge smothering hug, but it felt wrong. She was too hyper. Strung out. I didn’t really recognize her. I still wanted to take care of KC. Lead her to the hose to rehydrate and clean off the mud, but she said she felt fine. She told me to relax. Asked me where I’d been. Called me a ding-dong for leaving my charger at home. She called me a bigger ding-dong for not borrowing someone’s phone to check my voice mail. And she called me the kingpin of ding-dong-ville for not using the cell phone charging station they had at Camp Bisco. And quite honestly she was right. I wasn’t aware of a charging station. Why didn’t I ask someone? How hard would that have been? In what decade did my mind dwell? Hmm. I kind of wanted to run from KC and the whole situation. Just run away. I struggled with the urge. The things you chased versus the things you ran from. But I had awareness of that pattern. It was an ugly redundancy of mine. And I remembered it really was about time. If I could keep my cool in time things would level out, so I didn’t need to run. I decided to go with the flow and embrace the happiness. After all, I found her. She wanted to watch the last Disco Biscuits set and then go see Rusko. I went along with it, even though something didn’t feel quite right. The weirdest part of it all, as we watched and danced to the Biscuits, while we were backstage of the Dance Tent getting blown away by Rusko, while we were meeting Brownie, the bassist of the Biscuits and basically the ambassador for the whole festival, the weirdest part of it all was that I couldn’t stop thinking about Sky.

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