We got into Bonnaroo last year around six o'clock or so after sitting in traffic for about four hours. We set up camp, got the folding chairs out, and sat around and smoked cigarettes for awhile. I was flipping through the schedule when I noticed MGMT was playing soon, a band I wanted to see. Everyone else wasn't leaving until Dark Star Orchestra played so I set off. The first thing that happened to me when I got the the entrance of Centeroo was some guy with a messenger bag coming up to me and offering me LSD. I thought "Hey, I'm at Bonnaroo" so I went ahead and bought three hits for eight dollars each. I was fine until I got past security at the main gates. When I got inside Centeroo I began having really strange sensations in my body and was feeling completely mesmerized by all the bright lights around me. I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I tripped and fell somewhere, and got a bit of a gash on my arm that was bleeding profusely. This is when the poop hit the fan. I started freaking out. The sky went blood red and crowds of people suddenly turned into pale skinned red eyed demons. I ran, desperately trying to find the exit to get out of centeroo, when I heard my phone ring. I pulled it out and answered it. It was my father. As I desperately searched for exodus he asked me how I was doing and if we made it there okay, but I was too terrified to speak properly, I began yelling gibberish into the phone. My dad tried to coax me over the phone, but my mom got scared and said "Your movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror, if anything I knew that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it. You homes! To Bel Air!".I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
i just got belaired so fuggin' hard. also- theres no druqs at bonnaroo everyone knows that.