Dont be idiots, better get a seat beat!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWy069Z2bgA

I am famous...for my disgusting drinking habits.

When we arrived three days prior or two..i cant remember for sure the place was fucking beautiful, for a parking lot. Soon though, tons of wanna be hippies, kids looking to get high, cops, god knows what kind of cops were in those parking lots. There is so many people involved ion those shows that I think its possibly almost EVERYBODY is there if you dig what i mean.

Anyway, this fucking place was beautiful and i had a fist full of shit to do. I walked around for what seemed like weeks. I had a ticket, for one of the shows but i sold it. I found dead heads to be either selfish drug addicts or snobby pricks. I meet some who were cool, but most of them were and are assholes. Same with the people who go to see phish...i just dont like subcultures i suppose. I guess i dont like culture. I guess i dont like toast and onions. You gotta know what i mean, ever meet a snob ass hippie? it pisses you the fuck off man, its like "wait, how the hell is your stupid ass gunna get cool on somebody?" yes, i had long hair..and listened to the dead, still like the music. The whole deal...sucks. But look...

My friend Dave and i walked around in the end, looking at the dirty hippies lookin like they crawled out a dexy midnight runners video, wadding through garbage, looking for ground scores. It was a fucking wreck. Saying the ground was littered is not even scatching the surface. No wonder hippies want to save the earth, one night in deer creek could make a hard planet crumble. I remember thinking through a gel cap haze that these were some of the stupidest people on earth. I remember looking around and feeling uncomfoprtable knowing there was actually police ALL OVER THE PLACE. Yet the drugs and nitrus flowed freely. The cops let things go on as much as they dont. Which ones are selling it? Anyway, I broke from the connection of music and the such as any place of real identity. In that morning.

One of the funniest thing i had ever seen occurred on this morning, around 4am when people were all trying to get a jump on the road it was a muddy fucking mess. It had rained the day before for a while and now with all the movement it was just getting bad, people were getting stuck...people were getting pissed..and nobody wanted to meet the guy who i spent the next two hours laughing my ass off at.
I didnt catch his name but he had some whisky and we had some beer. He would stand in the road, had no shoes, and was clearly drunk. Stopping every car just, for a smile. I was enjoying this immensely because i knew nobody was feelin like smiling and by this time i just wanted to pull a cosmic joke on the whole place. So watching this drunk dude, mocking the happiness of the occassion, capped off my time with the gratefule that summer in 1994.

"if your not smiling, something's wrong!"
       
                   -some drunk hero at buckeye lake OH 94

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