09-27-2006, 10:53 PM
So it was past midnite, methinks, hard to be sure, and we get this call about a tripper. earthdance was chaotic, so DM loses his partner in the crowd, and wind up radioing each other trying to find the IPR while standing pretty much back to back. Anyway we do manage to find him. He's screaming 'noooo! i want love. i want peace. noooo!' and he has a lot of friends. He bolts away and DM catches him by the edge of his sleeve, and tries to talk some reason. Suddenly, DM is looking at the stars. BOOM! That's always a bad sign like when you're asking why there's carpet on the wall. We were talking on this hill and poor DM misstepped in the dark to fall on his ass in a bowl of dust. He wasn't injured, except for his pride. A rugby scrum formed around the patient in the chaos. We got him backboarded and into the tent which was like a freaking mile away, far too long to be carrying a full grown writhing wriggling man strapped to a surfboard with handles. His friends got around him and brought him down with a kirtan, a traditional Hindu chant. It was a beautiful thing to witness.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse