Burn this

Okay, it's done. My first big decision of 2005 is made.

I'm going to Burningman. And I'm going with my best friend Sabrina. John doesn't want to go at all, not even a little, and the more I read and learn about it, the more I think that's a great idea.

Sounds to me like you get lost at Burningman, lost in yourself, lost in other people, you lose time and you lose hydration. You're out looking at the penis tent and your boyfriend is out at the topless cheerleaders, you're supposed to meet back at camp at sunset...boyfriend doesn't show, you're tripping and totally dehydrated...break ups happen.

I can see this, I can totally see how that happens and I find that it's probably better that I go with Sabrina. We can both go off and see what we need to see, but I also know we can get along in the harshest of situations, like living in a studio apartment in Brooklyn with a leaky bathroom. I'm not saying we had a great time there (we did but, ) I am saying I know she and I can do anything we want together.

I've been reading about how it's too big now, it's the anti-burningman now. Too many people, tickets are too expensive, it's a bunch of frat boys that think it's for partying.

I don't care.

If something is successful and it grows, well then it's a sell out. Screw it. I don't care. I want to spend a week in the desert with my friend Sabrina seeing things my repressed eyes have never seen, doing things I've never done and thinking things I've never thought.

Then I'm going to burn a big man on a stake, now...tell me that's not cathartic.