It happens every year, and it's always awesome.

Every holistic herb, salve or tea you could never want, hardcore techno and metal shows, stained glass pot leaves, guys in kilts, protesters, people protesting pesticides, Bush, McCain, meat, pretty much anything, free samples of questionable foods and drinks, guys selling things made out of gourds, people hanging out windows, thrift shops, barbeques, vegan barbeques, so many people you can't walk, awesome paintings, and WEED WEED WEED. And thizz.

It's so amazing.

I got an AUTHENTIC, yes, police patch at a kiosk labeled ' Patches and special cookies (yummm)' (lol, take a wild guess at what the special is). I'm going to put it on my sleeve, upside-down. WHAT A STATEMENT.

I also got this awesome rainbow-studded belt for only six bucks. But it's kind of big on me so I had to punch some new holes in it.

GUESS WHO I SAW.
Those trailer-trash guys who called me a slut when I told them their turn signal was on a while ago.

So here's how it goes. We're in front of the stage as some hardcore band is warming up.
Them (pretty drunk) : 'Eyyyy! Look who it issss! It's our little bitch. Little BITCH! Suck me off, bitch! (You know, stuff like that)
Me : You don't even have anything to suck.
Them : DRUNKEN OUTRAGE
Me : NO DICK! NO DICK! (in case anyone noticed, I provoke people on purpose for fun)

Meanwhile, the singer is standing right there overhearing all this, and his mic check is like '(HEAVY METAL ROAR) YOU HAVE NO DICKKK'

That was awesome.