I'm off to a festival in Ohio. Gotta pick up my brother then stock up on alcohol. We're navigating there old Rand-Mcnally style too so the little bastard doesn't try falling asleep on me. Wish I hadn't stayed at the bar so F'n long yesterday. Whatever. See you later.
I pretty much stuck with the group I was with and anyone else in our area who seemed cool. I used to go to them all the time until my wife died... it was really enjoyable for me though. I missed it. My life has changed so much since then and I thought I'd give it a try. Watching the bands and smoking some good herb really stirred up feelings that I thought dead. Not in that nostalgic way either. It really felt like it did my soul good to move on. I'm going again next year.
my gf passed away after jerry, got to see a couple furthur shows together.. For a while I didnt want to go anywhere. But she wouldnt have wanted that..
I was camped waaaay back. Close to the shade and creek. I smoked myself into a comma during the day, then moonshined it up during the night when it was cool.
