Turner.This summer, the bush camp I was working in had a talent show, and I emcee'd it on shrooms. Everything had a really Southwest vibe to start off; the sticks and the dirt made all kinds of cool Navajo-looking patterns as the sun went down and we lit a fire. I was flying by the time the show started; the conversation around the campfire was surging and falling, like you could practically visualize the energy, and it was time for the show to start so I stood up in front of these 50 or so people and realized all of a sudden that I didn't know what the fuck to say. So I introduced the first band and they started playing "Tell it to Me" by Old Crow Medicine Show from on top of this abandoned school bus that was out there in the woods, and it was like something out of a dang movie. People played songs and read poetry and all kinds of hippy-ass shit you don't feel so lame about doing when you're 100 miles from the nearest paved road.
The whole show went on for over an hour and at the end there was a rap battle and things sort of disintegrated and somebody picked up a guitar and played an acoustic version of "Killing in the Name" and it was fucking wild, man. My good friend who tried 'em for the first time that night got separated from the pack and was off in the woods for a while before he came back and ate a handful of sticks and dirt and we had to tell him hey man, cool it. And then later we made tea and there were some whip cream cans left over from dinner and buddy there with the sticks took the aerosol whip cream and sprayed it all over and made it look like he was shitting whipped cream and I had to admit that it was pretty funny, but that now we had to clean all this shit up. Then we went to bed and it was one of the best nights of the spring.
Dude that sounds fucking amazing. I laughed pretty hard at the dude who ate sticks hahahahah. I wanna experience something like that.