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Michelle
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Date Posted: 19:42:41 01/19/07 Fri
My friend had bought my ticket for my 17th birthday, which was the 19th, and I told my mom I was going to the beach for the weekend. We decided to take a bus there on Friday to make sure we had a good spot by Saturday, and as it turned out it everyone on it was headed for the jam. Someone on the bus was handing out (crossroad?) speed and we were happy to partake. By the time we got there we had started to crash a little but lucky for us a couple of helpless, hungry dudes offered us some mescaline if we cooked for them. Two bowls of soup coming right up. We had a blast for the rest of the night after finding and securing our spot up front, a little to the left of the stage near a telephone pole which was our landmark. All 3 bands did their soundchecks into the night and the party had started. The next morning we tooks turns going to the restrooms to clean up. It was just a sea of people and at one point when I was trying to find my way back, a kind soul took pity on me and gave me some red pyramid windowpane acid for my troubles and pointed me in the right direction. Then out of nowhere this guy grabbed my arm and said 'hey I know you!' I was like, yeahrigh gotta go. Turns out he really did. Actually he knew my sister and had seen me around back home. That was pretty wild. I got back to our spot and the acid kicked in not too long after. I remember it got really hot that day and I volunteered to go in search of the gallon jugs of water rumored to be somewhere 'over there' near the first aid station during The Band's set. I ended up next to the right of the stage and saw that someone had lifted the chainlink fence and people were crawling under it to get backstage. I got in line and when it was my turn, the guy lost his grip and the fence got my back but I dont remember feeling it once I got to the other side. Gregg Allman was sitting in a chair in the back of a tractor trailer playing a guitar and I was headed straight for him. This big guy stepped in front of me and asked to see my badge. Damn! I must have dropped it. Next thing I knew I was being tossed over the fence. Oh well, I found the water. It started raining and by the time I found my way back I was soaked. Everyone back at the spot was dry because someone had brought a tarp. Then it got dark and cold, so I took my sleeping bag and made a skirt out of it using my belt to hold it up and layed my jeans on the ground. The guy behind me wearing a black top hat let me wear his flannel shirt. When the Allman Brothers were playing, a small group of people trying to get closer found their way close to us and we thought we were hallucinating when it turned out they were friends of ours from back home. We partied with them the rest of the night and at some point I crashed hard and just layed down right there. I woke up on Sunday morning and everyone was gone except for a few dozen people taking pictures, taking in the aftermath, and picking through all the stuff that was left behind. Good thing they were there because I could have sworn I was in a landfill. So there I was, standing there wearing a halter top and a sleeping bag, saying whatthefuck. All those people walked on/over me and I slept through it all. I found my jeans about 10 yards away from me in rough shape but my friend was nowhere to be found, so I started asking people to point me to the NY State Highway. Turned out that a van full of people from Boston would be going right through my town on the Mass Pike so I climbed in and they fed me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and juice before dropping me off at the overpass near my house. My mom was stitting there waiting for me with the newspaper and there was a big front page picture. She knew I wasn't at the beach. It took me a few days to call my friend because I was so pissed that she left me there to hitch a ride with the people from home that we ran into the night before. Apparently, their car was already too full but she managed to squeeze it and get home. Not quite the good friend I thought she was, but if I had it to do over again I wouldn't miss that weekend for the world.
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