Speaking of that Gorge '98 2001->Mikes, I had something crazy happen to me in that moment.
I was down on the floor, and you know how the Gorge is so dry and dusty? Well I had these crazy bugers, like a whole nose full of crusties...and I was ona bunch of boomers at the time. Not a good combo...so I start excevating them...well maybe you can guess what happened next...
GUSHER! yep, I'm tripping my face of and I get this crazy massive nose bleed that is like pouring all over the front of my shirt! In a momenet of panic I try to decide what to do...I need help and I'm in the middle of teh crowd. I decide to run for help but for some reason am paranoid about getting busted, so I leave my chillum on the floor proped up and say fuck it. I run for help straight back to the VIP section...nose still gushing like crazy. I come to an usher and ask for help...the bastard points to the portapotties and I'm thinking fuck youyou fucking tool...You see Mikes is starting to groove in this very deep funk darl sinister way (listen to the show)...I need something clean.
So I look down and this ritzy chick sitting in VIP has this fresh clean pair of white cotton socks sticking out of her bag. I snatch them and run off.
I head back to my spot, cause it was a good spot and what do you know...my glass is right where I left it! Nose stops bleeding eventualy and I let hydrogen take my mind off of it.
It was still kind of a buzzkill though because if I danced to hard it felt like it was going to start bleeding again.
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