Now I enhanced my performance a bit for the big set, but I don't make stuff up. So all this is really how it went down, I think...

~These two doomsday followers made their way past me before the set, shouting incoherently about "the end" and how "it was all over in an hour!!!" All got up in black, one guy had a Flavor Flav style clock around his neck counting down to "The Armageddon hour." The other was quasi-intellectual with a black top hat and glasses, and he would try to engage any disbelievers in debate and would provide facts of the inevitability if asked. They swept past into the crowd ahead, only to return slightly after midnight, ON ALMOST THE SAME PATH, looking all distraught and yelling at each other, pissed that the world didn't end.

~A beautiful girl with a giant palm leaf that she carried like a sacrament. She'd face a group or an individual and bow the leaf over them as she said, in an angel voice, "Good Spirits, nothing but Good Spirits." Most pleasant thoughts abound.

~The guy with a lawn chair next to me who shared his booze and sat the whole time except for Uncle Pen. He screamed the HAH-HAH-HAH..WHO-HAHHH!!! in Crosseyed just like David Byrne.

~Lastly, the possibly not a person at all, ghost-like figure who shrouded our area as the set closed... wore an R.I.P. shirt, danced like a zombie, would fall, dance up, fall. Not drugged, but very very out there. Anyone see this guy?

~ME, ha-ha.

- scarymonster