and again.

This time, I bribed a guard with a cigarette, ran through an open clearing as fast as I could, hopped one fence, ran down through the woods, fucked up both of my hands, hopped another fence, and slipped through a crack in the gate behind an incredibly smelly set of port-o-potties.

All to arrive, just as the concert was ending.

At least I have the satisfaction of knowing that I broke into outside lands twice, successfully, and god damnit next year I will be there the entire time, for free.

I swear.