So, I finally went to the Burning Man!
My friends took me to the one at Bonny Doon beach,
near Santa Cruz. It was totally lame, there were like
ten people there drinking beer, and even on his pedestal
the Man was only like 5 feet tall. Also, I didn't see any titties.
This is the moment that Shelly and Mike
and Leah-Ann and Phil have been waiting for.
There's a certain freedom at a
Burning Man Franchise that requires you to
totally reevaluate your goals, values, and favorite beer. Dawn prepares
to walk on fire, after first beating the blaze into submission with
some kinda fancy judo kicking, or some shit.
Mike is one of the many talented folks who work for little
or no pay behind the scenes to make the Burning Man Franchise
happen. Briya, after dosing on Sapporo, starts feeling "playful!"