We let the guy catch up to us and he relayed the story of what happened. He told us he took some shrooms and was feeling good. He went into the concert and sat down on the lawn. When the band came out, he jumped up so fast that he blacked out. His friends told him that he fell right on his head and was out cold. He came to and enjoyed the show, but the next day he couldn't remember anything - what songs were played (I asked how he liked the Tweezer and he just said, "No way! They played it!?") or what he did with his wallet.

We made it up to the lot and to where my friend's truck was and we bid him good luck and watched him wander off, asking the same question to other Phans. We decided to drink a couple brews and get ready for the show. About an hour into drinking we hear this guy - "Hey man, you seen my wallet?" We turned around and said, "Man, you were just here." He shook his head and kept walking. To whoever this guy was, we hope you found your wallet!

- Scott