Sasquatch = Broke.

Holy Fuck!

I did it again. I bought Sasquatch tickets $400 I'll never see again. They haven't even released the line-up yet.

This year I sprung for the premiere camping to be part of the VI Convoy and to not have to deal with the regular folks. The drug dealers and whores next door last year was enough to make me want to eat a bullet.

This will be my 4th year going in the last 5 years. Every year has its ups and downs. Every year (except the first) I've sworn I'm never going back.

2006: Was the first big road trip of my life without family. D-Rail, a stranger (Lindsay), and ex, and an idiot. One of the fondest memories I have of the music festival.

2008: Space Cowboy ditched us on the last night because we were partying to loud. I met some of my comedian heroes (Eugene Mirman, Brian Posehn, Marc Maron)

2009: Returned with D-rail, brought Caity, met up with JB and Joss. Was a tough trip on me but I got to see John Vanderslice.

I can't wait for this year I've been excited for months.