STAY AWAY!

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I live in Soulard, actually by the grace of God I live in Lasalle Park which is 3 blocks away.

I'm scared.

I used to go to many a large Phish shows- 100,000 plus people at a couple.

Hippies know how to handle their drugs. Drink some GOOD beer, smoke some ganj, eat some mushrooms, and just before they head into the show they pop a nice little kicker like E or sink some molly in a parachute. Then it's customary to drink more, smoke more and if it's the last show in a run of shows near your hometown (or end of the tour for the real dirty hippies) you also might wash the above mentioned prescription down with the rest of your stash.

Granted I've seen some intresting sites. For NYE 1999-2000 Phish rented out Big Cypress Indian Reservation, right in the center of Alligator Alley, the highway that cuts from East Coast to West Coast right through the Everglades. Big Cypress was smack dab in the middle- the middle of nowhere.

It was madness. On the ride in we drove through the toll on the East Coast and hit traffic instantly. I later found out that some dumbass, not a hippie, was riding on the hood of the car in stop and go traffic, fell off the hood and was run over by his buddy- DEAD.

So we sat in traffic from 3pm until 6 am the morning of Dec 30 1999. Party like it's 1999 is right. We drained most of our beer while stuck in traffic.

The weirdest thing of all was peeing. There was a small grass shoulder on the road and then some swamp grass and very shallow water. There were tons of people so you would just walk the 15 feet to the waters edge and let it flow. Keep in mind this is the everglades and it's the middle of the night. When I tell you that we were litterally pissing on Alligators I kid you not. We realized this when we were driving out in daylight and anyone who has ever driven down Alligator alley knows what the snap I'm talking about.

Back to my orginal thought, not easily contained within the boundaries of the 8 cups of Ethiopian Harrar I just drained...So Phish played for about 5 hrs on Dec 30 and then did a dinner time set (3 Hrs) on Dec 31. The then proceeded to come back around 11 pm and played all night long, no setbreaks, until sunrise. It was the most memorable musical and communal experience of my life. Nothing to do with the above prescription of course! God forbid. Anyways, me and a bunch of bleary eyed hippies are trudging out of this field to a truly magnificent sunrise when I notice this meathead looking youngster (not a hippie) screaming and yelling while his two smaller buddies are holding him by his arms. The bunk fed meathead broke free and ran. He ran headfirst and dove into a full trashcan?? Wow. Now that was hard on the noggin under the circumstances. I'm still scratching my head?

Back to Soulard. Hoosiers + testosterone producing nudity + cheap Busch Light = Stay the fuck away.

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