10. RABBIT HOLES

By J.J. Colagrande

Think it was Saturday afternoon. Everything was definitely cool, bro. The weekend flowed pretty smooth. Time seemed useless–we we’re sort of on Rainbow Time–that’s Rainbow Gathering lingo for who cares about time, albeit at a music festival time is somewhat important considering the scheduling of the music acts. But hey, no worries, really. That’s the reason why we love All Good–it’s mellow. You can always count on very little drama, if any. I did hear a little drama about some bad Molly on the mountain–allegedly floating around from Camp Bisco–but I knew festie gossip when I heard it. So funny. From one seventeen year old overdosing at Camp Bisco on bad Molly, the story evolved into 17 kids overdosing at Bisco, with the Molly still floating around All Good, apparently giving people heart palpitations and seizures. Freaking gossip–what glory lies in its hollowed hallways. Shit. I didn’t care, bro. I felt great. All that bullshit represented kid stuff, really. I was on that Just Say N2O vibe all-the-way; and I didn’t really care what anyone else did, as long as they kept me in perpetual peace. Even Princess’s whines grew on me. Yeah, she complained and bitched and moaned, but it was just sarcasm, really. She didn’t mean half the things she said. Princess is a lot tougher than she pretends. Having a sprained ankle at a music festival is not fun, and staying in one spot for a long time could also get restless, yet the Miami girl bore it well. It’s so weird that we were from the same city. I mean really. Like she’d never been to Moksha Gallery or Churchill’s or Art Walk or even Vagabond. She’d never heard of Afrobeta or Telekinetic Walrus. Her version of Miami was like South Beach and the Doral Ale House and Blue Martini. I was like really, that’s where you hang out?  That’s why we wanted to leave Miami. Not that she seemed closed to other avenues of culture, she just had zero awareness of their existence, like most people really. I found it endearing and loved her more for it and spent long conversations sharing all the counter-cultural to-do’s in the Magic City. Plus it was so ironic to me that Princess and Shore Morris were an item. Just whatever works, right–which again won me over completely. All Good. It was late Saturday afternoon when I decided to network–Kurtis had disappeared like he does sometimes–looking for a pipe. From what I heard there was no glass on the mountain and a shortage of smoking paraphernalia, so I knew he might be gone awhile. Just knowing Kurtis, I hoped he didn’t fall into any rabbit holes–the secretive rascal–I mean I trust him completely–besides–it’s impossible to get into trouble at All Good.

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