i hope that all those kids, who've whiffed the sounds around bonnaboob for how many years, and have never attempted it because the thing was for hippy gangsters only until now, will struggle to survive camping on the ground, man, for three stretches of day dawned into night, perhaps getting poured on and turned into moon muddled pies, or nearly trashing vehicles in the trips to and fro, even getting them stuck in cried shouts to drown out the fuck, just to discover that experimenting with mind altering drugs in fresh faced mask toward this town of a roped-off universe . . . can really lead into an orgy of kubrick-ish violence and ultra-stagger- whee.
and then they all come home to be the dirty.
