One second thought, it could have been from the rock that Natelsky was smoking...
I was so tired from no sleep the night before, and heavy duty hitting of Charles' vripmaster, that I didn't even notice anything until Madry was puttin' out the fire. By the end of the night, had to take a knee a few times, but made it.-
What a laid back fob situation. And real respectful crowd, other than a patcher yapping in my ear, and his girl spilling a giant sprite right in front of my bag. Hope I can hit the Jam again this year.