I’m glad to have blacked out the worst of it. I remember the heat and noise of the explosions, but I have no visual memory of when that helicopter that got commandeered by some Juggalos on PCP crashed into Panda Bear’s stage, or how the “flesh heap” out by the barbecue area caught on fire. (I don’t think it was a connected chain of events.) I should be grateful that my entire band made it out of there, and none of us managed to get any significant injuries. We got paid enough that losing all our instruments and equipment wasn’t such a big deal.
Just because this is a work of fiction doesn’t mean it isn’t true.
