When we ran out of bullets the noise from "Rave Camp" became intolerable.
After eating all my mushrooms I watched some dudes burn a poorly built mannequin thing.
A half-naked woman,
out of her head on MDMA,
whom I'd never met before and never will again,
snuggled up and fell asleep in my lap.
I drank a huge rum and coke. There was no ice.
A woman was carrying a live goldfish in a cup.
The van I borrowed from motorcycle.com mysteriously acquired bullet holes.
There were dogs.
…Burning Man, 1996.
Image via Ryan Powers
