Mayor of Fuckedupville
"what time is it?"
"lets go get in line to get in"
And so it begins
Its late June, 1993. Quonset Point Air Station, Rhode Island
I have been in this passenger seat since 11pm the night before, and we have spent the night unsuccessfully trying to get some shuteye, we decide its time to find the main gate to enter the festivities. Upon arrival to that gate we discover we are the first to arrive at the location, sure its 6am, yeah it's a Thursday. The things that take place from this place forward are to the best of my recollection
Around 7, the very first cars begin to show up and we realize that we are the first in line of 60,000 to eventually enter the airfield. After a long night of fitfully sleeping in an upright position in the front seat of a Toyota Corolla, I get out to stretch my legs and to look around at the developing scene. The line of cars behind us stretches along the roadway like a disjoi