"Who's Jon?" I say. The older brother and his ultra cool buddies all just roll their eyes and shake their head. Apparently, this guy Jon never heard of Phish, or the Dead, but sang lead in some shitty Pearl Jam wannabe band. He begged them to take him along to the Went, and after telling them he wouldn't stick out, he showed up that morning with patch corduroy pants, and virtually no baggage.

when they were in line to pull in he met some girls and hopped in their car, telling his ride "I'll find you inside." very un cool. he appeared the next morning, barechested, barefoot, and all "love and grooviness."  it was hysterical for me, tripping, to watch. he was just trying to get laid. he kept bringing back semi hot hippie girls to the site, telling them we had food even though he had no food or anything and was a total bum.

so after a day or two of seeing this totally lame ass poser, he decided to bring like 6 people to our tent to eat our food. they were all cool, but we had little left. they all think this guy jon is wonderful and all, and he's just trying to sleep with the girls. this random dready girl appears out of nowhere and tells him, "I'll read your palm for a cigarette." he gives her a butt and she sits down in front of him, looks at his palm and falls silent.

there are like 10 people listening attentively as she says, "You are so confused. Stop pretending. You don't have to be who you aren't. You're lost, changing yourself again and again....etc" it was.....HILARIOUS! I was tripping sack and just about lost it, we all did. Jon was silent for the rest of the Went and was finally convinced to go and see some music rather than try and get laid and mooch food and drugs off people.