After Bonnaroo

I spent five days on the Bonnaroo farm and flew back to Portland yesterday. I fell asleep before my plane lifted off from Dallas. In the air, I woke up thinking we were still on the ground. I was saying “No no no no no no!”. Was I dead or dying or reliving someone else’s life? The gentleman next to me, who had flown a torturous trip from Portland to Dallas and back all in one day, did not say a word. He just looked over, assured me I was alive and fell back to sleep.

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