i figured it would take a while for my tow truck to come by, so i got in a cab and picked up my new whip. now i'm already kind of late. the camp grounds opened at noon that day and it was already 7ish, and i'm fighting traffic with a tow truck tailing me, getting my car back home to the burbs while avoiding parkways because tow trucks can't go on them. anyhow it's ten and my boys are waiting for me in the city. i finally arrive and its kinda late, but we're always kinda late.

first stop Harrisburg, pa. i had to drop a friend off who was in town visiting. now it's just me and tom, ol' friend from way back. so we keep drivin. get to tenn. late, around 6 or something. we stop at a gas station between knoxsville and nashville. now the whole ride down is chill, but really the only thing keeping me going is the THC. so we pull in and i figure it's my last chance at indoor plumbing for the rest of the weekend. so i brush and clean my face. tom in the meanwhile strikes up a conversation with some chick behind the counter. 

now i've done practically all the driving with the exception of a couple of naps, so i'm in no mood to meander in some full service gas station and make friends. so when tom walks into the bathroom he says to me, he says..."hey dave, you should peep the vibe out there." "Vibe, what fuckin vibe? It's a gas station!?" i respond. he walks out and i go to the car. well as i finish pumping my gas, i back into a black camaro. okay... no big deal. 

i immediately begin rapping to this guy, telling him how sorry i am and that it's no big deal cause i don't see any damage. still this guy is fuming. i mean i did back my rented '02 grand caravan into this person's most prized possesion. so i hit'em with twenty real fast like, telling him i'll buy his gas to make up for what happened. now the whole time he's not talking. he's red. he's staring at his car, and finally he goes..."that'll work," and takes the twenty. 

now seriously i might have fucked up his car a little. i mean if some one backed into my car like i did, i sure as hell woulda gotten some insurance info. now as soon as i finished brokering my deal, tom walks out. says, what's going on, and i'm like, "we gotta go." so as we drive off i tell him what happened, and he tells me about a number he got from the chick inside.

Well i'm going to cut to the chase. i used to see phish back in the day and i saw trey at radio city. now as for the whole rest of the bands at bonnaroo, they're ok. i mean great musicians i'm sure, but seriously i just wanted to smoke mad bud and chill. Mission Acomplished! i had a great spot to the left of the stage in the camping area. gotta say what's up to marty, matt, brent, dudes from princeston, and everyone else at our site.

now, leaving bonnaroo was a bitch... considering we got there so late, we cruised right in. well we left monday afternoon and stopped back at that same gas station town where i had hit a camaro and my boy met some chick. now tom had kept in touch with her during the weekend, calling her and what not. 

so, with the anticipation of a friendly visit when we returned, we picked up some two dollar boones malt liquor, or something, and we set up shop at the super 8. after a six pack and a FAT dutch we call her. she comes. we talk. we find out there's nothing to do in Harrison, tenn. except fuck. we could have figured that one ourselves, and we did.

now, my story might have ran a bit long, but it's still better than me talking about how i lost the key to my van and got it back at the lost and found, which did happen.

- dave g.

Editor's Note: Ya gotta love the creative humor in this story. "Dude, I like your style..."