If It Feels Good Do It

What I’m about to write is a little weird.

It was night. I was out on the town with my neighbors. I was already feeling good and doing it when Petey gave me some hits off his joint.

We walked around on the esplanade. I felt like I was going to fall over. But I didn’t. I’m Ian.

IAN BOWMAN EXCLUSIVE REPORT

I’m thinking of just changing my name to Ian Ian Ian.

THIS CONCLUDES THE IAN BOWMAN EXCLUSIVE REPORT

We found a drum circle, and got in on that. Then we left. I looked around at my neighbors. Petey also looked like he was going to fall over. But then again, he always did.

We found a random club along the esplanade. It had mirrored columns, checkered floors and disco music. It was a disco club. I looked around.

“Whoa.”

Suddenly, I understood disco.

Then we left the club, and I left the group. The concentration of following them was too difficult. I went inside a dome that was playing techno music. I was wearing my backpack on my stomach.

When I was a kid my mother would always tell me to dance. My dad would always tell me not to dance, and that dancing was stupid.

I still felt a little weird like I was going to fall over. But then when I danced I felt like my mom could somehow see me dancing.

“Hey mom, check this out: I’m high and I’m dancing.”

But then with the backpack on my stomach it went one step further. Suddenly I felt like I was my pregnant mother. I was my pregnant mother just before I had me. I felt my mothers love for me.

I left the club and headed home. Going home meant I had to walk directly across a wide expanse of not-so-occupied desert, directly in the middle of Black Rock City. All sounds mixed together.

I heard Native American war cries. The sky turned slightly red. And I could hear the war cries and I could see Native Americans circling me out of the corners of my eyes. It was overwhelming, but I felt welcome. I was pumped.

I kept walking and then I heard the sound of drums. Immediately afterward, I found that directly in front of me in the dark was a huge sculpture with drums and other percussion built into it. A bunch of people were banging on the sides. I asked myself a question I had asked myself repeatedly since arriving at BRC.

“Is this real?”

I found a bucket with some drumsticks in it and I got busy. And it was good.

Then I walked back to my camp. I sat down and wrote a hand-written blog entry.

Then I stared off into space. Suddenly, fireworks started going off right where I was staring.

“Is this real?”

Then I stumbled off again with no destination whatsoever. It was almost dawn. Someone was randomly playing a grand piano in a bar, so I sat down and listened to that for a while. There I met this really cool girl named Johanna.

Then I walked over to the Tower Of Babel and watched the sunrise. Then on the way to camp I stopped at an outdoor house party. Some dude with dreadlocks there was butt naked and dancing and running around with an extreme expression of exuberance on his face.

Then at about 8 a.m. I walked to my camp. I slept. I was tired.

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