Camp Bisco X

I am still recovering from the 3 days of unbridled spiritual hedonism that were Camp Bisco X.  It was my first time attending such an event and though the experience was largely positive from my current temporal perspective I believe I went unnecessarily hard on psychoactives.  Every thing one could imagine was available, especially, k, molly, and lsd.  The dealers were bold and walked around the festival announcing their wares.  Shouts of K! accompanied the pounding dance music throughout the venues.  This atmosphere did not surprise me as I myself had brought quite a large stash of molly, uppers, and downers.  I ended up rolling all three days which was a mistake, but this occurred because I already had my molly so it was the most easily available.  The downers and uppers helped the molly come up and downs but definitely contributed to me feeling like I got hit by a train once I got home.  Most of the time I chilled with my campmates or just let the music flow through my body into some absurd dance moves.  The venues were all ridiculously lit and covered with lasers, smoke, and strobes.  Although I was only rolling I experienced some real trippy visuals in relation to the lasers, which were of every color conceivable.  People in the front tended to dance and looked as if they were rolling while the trippers and high people stuck to the back lawn and laid on towels or blankets.  All the shows I saw were great but especially the disco biscuits, who brought a real intense energy to their namesake event.  Bassnectar also killed it the last night with some drops that caused screams throughout the audience.  Pretty Lights played last and his show was especially ridiculous light-wise.  Lasers of every color conceivable mixed and mingled out of the dance tent.  Can't miss Shpongle-Live which had a trippy ass show during a thunderstorm that came and went with their set.  The drops and visuals for this show were especially decadent and out there, but enjoyable as shit.  The place did seem overly crowded with 40,000 in attendance and I remember rolling ass waiting for very long lines at some points.  All in all a positive musical experience although my brain and body aren't thanking me now.  Funny story from the event: I was standing outside the dance tent with my friend watching pretty lights the last night of the show we were rolling but not hard because it was the 3rd night in a row.  In front of me walks a dealer yelling, "K!, Molly!, Doses!" most people seem to ignore him because it's late and they're already fucked up.  But out from behind me comes this wookie guy, probably 25-28 years old, with full shoulder length dreadlocks and dreadlock beard, wearing some kind of afghan material robe, he paws up to the dealer on all fours and meows like a young kitten, "Meow, meooow, meow" The dealer turns around and is like, "Aww Johnson(he obviously knew this character) Do you even have money?" he says in perfect stoner english, "Nah man but I got you." The dealer reluctantly cuts him a line, which he nails and then asks for another.  The dealer acquiesces and then begins to berate the guy that he has to help him sell this shit all month.  The wookie dips quickly looking satisfied as a kitten.  I don't know if these guys were festival chasers but they were ridiculous.  Another awesome part of the show was the Philadelphia Experiment which was a fireball show in-tune to music which went every night 12-3am.  The wave of heat that hit you when the fireballs went off was intense and I found myself dancing off my comedown here most of the nights.  They had a massive rigging of about 12 propane tanks attached to fireball condenser sticks all this in time to some generic club music.  Also they had slamming female representatives who were a joy to talk to and look at, rolling face.