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Burning Man 2003: Journal p. 21
Friday, cont. - every year I tell him about the San Francisco guy who is dyed red all over. It was nice to meet the folks because this afternoon Center Camp was full of frat boys in Aloha shirts. I thought the evening would be hard, but I think they all got baked in the heat of the day, got drunk on beer, and were sleeping it off.
We also took the Kidville group photo, hopefully one of the many exposures [taken] will be excellent.
We had an airplane go down at dusk, at the same time a scheduled burn sent black smoke across the playa. The Contessa came within a hair's breadth of being grounded, and medically we had to deal with the assault of a man who entered Thunderdome in an altered state [presumably] and tried to untie the combatants. Bad idea. My day ended with
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