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Wouldsuck 99
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Woodstock 99 in Rome, NY - 1999.07.23-25
Our journey to Woodstock was described in epic detail by Scott and I agree with him. I'm mainly going to fill in the gaps where me and Gaku Sato had our own adventures (got lost).
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When we finally arrived at the campground, it was impossible to find a place to put my rediculously large tent. Upon finding a spot, we sat down and looked at the tent box hoping that it would set itself up. Then it did! Out of no where, some girl decided to help us out, which was pretty much her setting up the tent for us. Although it wasn't fit for sleeping, it did make a good place to smoke up, so we all sat down inside while I packed a bowl. Apparently the weed was quite strong since I went to great lengths trying to just get out of the fucking tent; either that or we hadn't finished setting it up correctly.
Outside it was rediculously hot, so we decided to walk around. Beyond the campground there was what appeared to be a wall of people which made me feel incredibly paranoid. I remember clearly becoming incredibly distressed and angry and then yelling, "We're all going to die!! There is no escape, its the armageddon! Get out while you still can." I also tried inciting a riot, but it wasn't time for that yet. Eventually the wall of people moved, and then we were really lost. All I remember about the rest of this day is trying to find my way back to the tent or water in a paranoid haze. It was not fun, don't ever try it.
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That night we had to sleep so me and Gaku Sato went back to the car where the sleeping accomadations were four stars. I ate some cereal there and fell asleep; that was the last thing I ate during the festival. This is mainly due to toiletphobia, which I had a strong case of. In the morning, after we had all our stuff together and decided to go back and find Scott and Fish, Gaku remembered to lock all the doors and leave the keys inside. I recalled that this probably was a bad idea and so we left to find the police. All we could find were people yelling at us to purchase their '5 pound phatties' but luckily there were some cops wathcing them. They wanted way too much money to open our car. Now it seemed best to go get stoned and watch some music. Much later we found Fish and told him the bad news.
The fake myst room rocked it out Wesley Willis style as did Korn, Counting Crows, DMB and a bunch of other bands but there were so many its hard to remember.
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