That sounds like a fucking Great summer, Gabe. the only real show I made it to this summer was Bannaroo, THat was afucking time. Ate lots of acid, that we bought from Panda. Got lost for eight hours before and after the tool show. Also at some point on my solo adventure got in to a fight with Buda (DON'T ASK HE STARTED IT). At ine point Ingrid and I deside to ditch Sophie because she was flipping out on us for no reson. So went to the alnight Solar rega show at the smoothie bar. THe shows were all awsome and the drugs plentiful but seprizingly the thing I remeber most fondly was the giant baloons we had to use in order to navigate the camp ground. It is just something about the way they reflected the light at night make me never look at another baloon the same again.
Dirty Little Secrets are always fun, imperticully when it involves the location of a new peirsing. ;) Scottsdale is a weird place and oddly enough I have yet to see any shows sence ariving here. (I am still pissed I missed Marilyn Manson show) Yes, I know I need to get off my lazy ass and do something about it. Things should be changing soon though, Genatortures (I tolally butchuered that name) play on the sixth. It will be sweet. Latter