It was about 5:30 when i hit it up, and soon after that many other buddys of mine showed up at our car and started to conversate and booze it up. 6:00 rolls around and i'm feeling great, sittin in the car with old and new friends and just going good. It was time to go to the show, and i had ripped my ticket in half, which was dumb... and because of that i was feeling a little edgy. 

I step out of the car and we all just start following the crowd. A huge roar comes out of the crowd at one of my 10 friends. It was some guy that seemed to be really drunk and he was yelling at my buddy because he was wearing a nectar's shirt. The guy was obviously offended by him being such a young age and wearing a nectar's shirt because he has probably seen them there. 

So bad enough, my buddy wearing the shirt is on boomers for his first time, and they're just starting to work on him. So robbie (his name), trippin, looks away... trying to avoid the whole thing, which was pretty hard because the whole lot was staring at him (at least i thought, really was though).  Then my other friend dave comes in and puts his arm around the guy that was getting on my friend's case, which threw me off cause i didn't think he would just side with someone he didn't know.

So that ended quickly, and the walk to the pnc homdel was hard... it felt like i couldn't trust some of the people i was with because i haven't seen some of them in years. So we get to the gate and i'm last, and i hand him my ticket stub, but there is only one half. Robbie's still standing there and i look up at him, then the tickettaker, WHO SAYS HE WON'T LET ME IN. And then i look at roobie again, completely confused and lost, and he shakes his head at me and walks away.

i was really pissed by that, but luckily three heady girls behind me said "just let the kid go."  So, with a huge amount of luck on my side, he let me in. I run to find my friends and do find them, and we go to the lawn where i just see more and more high school friends. Now at this point i was tippin harder than i have ever, and i am also seeing people that i have never seen at a phish show, and even some of them that used to call me a burn out phish head. 

so besides that, i am sittin there with all my friends.... they're consistently asking me, "are you trippin? are you trippin?"  I couldn't even talk at this point because i was literally seeing huge circles everywhere, swerving in and out of each other. All i could say was "is phish even coming on?"  This is when it got out of control. 

phish comes on and i get wrapped with a sensation of sound and happiness and terror. Now i have always had good times with trippin before this, and this was my first real bad one. I felt as if i was being strangled all over, so i took off my clothes and started to pee all over the ground in front of me (now try and remember that i'm not really myself at this point).  Two of my friends luckily grabbed me and got my boxers and shirt back on, but i was off... Plunging down the mountain. 

I thought the only answer for me now was to go to the front where the real phish was, but i was stopped by a security. I, being in an action state of mind at this point, jumped over the railing about 7 or 8 feet and climbed up the wall to the seats. All throughout the seats I ran, and that was mostly a blur. 

I came out of some kind of loop, and i was out near the food stand in a fight with what seemed like 10 to 15 security guards (bad news. I ended up in a hospital that night, and it phuckin sucked having to have my parents come get me, and it screwed my whole summer). I didn't get to see phish for the summer and was salty. I did learn a whole lot though, about being smarter when i go to shows and how to handle odd and good situiations.  

before that experince, i had seen phish 19 times and 10 of them had been sober. Since that, i saw some of the fall but missed the phish i needed to see. I'm only a year older now, but i must say i've grown a lot and learned a lot in this past year just from that one out of this world, crazed experience. thanks for hearin. 

 - Clark Widger

Editor's Note: Here's another subconscious pee-er whose liquid attack fell on some unlucky Big Cypress goers.