Going Home.

From Russ:
"My favorite memory from being on the esplanade was when our camp, Foreplay Lounge, was “raided” one night. Our bar was packed solid... had been the whole night. Piercing through the other-dimensional babble created by all of those people came the haunting shriek of a post-apocalyptic police car. The Mad Max vehicle stopped in front of the Foreplay Lounge and emptied. Five burners wearing riot gear rushed into our camp amidst indiscernible dictations from a bullhorn. Panic seemed to ensue reflexively. “GO! GO! GO!” the loudspeaker ordered. Civilians scattered in the form of a circle leaving the mock-officers to pounce on some slow-moving bystander in the clearing. They wrestled him to the ground and, armed with some lubricant, proceeded to give their victim a brief cavity search. Then, they were on their way faster than you could say, “Lobster Car”. I remember the gasps of unsettled laughter and general amazement which followed. Only one of us was sitting weird, but we were all walking a little funny. A few minutes later, a 40ft dragon and a boy wearing scuba gear inside a giant water bubble drove by and it was business as usual."