Day 3

We have entered the labrynth that is Day two. Beating down the long path to the amph that has been refer ed to as the Trail of tears. As I ask the guy walking next to me, How do you spell labrynth, I realize I'm talking to Michael Ian Black. Approaching the site parking lot, we overhear the familiar best of 40 Ounces of Freedom. As the goose himself would say, your festival day has not begin until you hear Sublime in the parking lot. My new friend and I reminisced about replaying sublime so much 10 years ago, its hard to stomach these days.