At a University of Oregon party, Towelie hit the pipe. He hit it long and hard. It was a water pipe, see-through neon yellow, and Towelie stood about 6’5”. The party was “Halloween in Spring” (Mad Rad and Mash Hall played). Towelie had converted a Styrofoam egg crate mattress pad into his costume. He wreaked of spray paint, and he smoked the pipe through the triangle he had carved in the foam for his mouth. There were 500 people piled into a big frat style house. Sauna level heat, and maxed frequencies in the music cooked crammed bodies: a sardine cauldron of sweated deluge sexualness. Nothing beats the eminence of a good-sprung house party. There was a row of couches separating the area where the bands played. Those couches were destroyed. Buffalo, P, Radjaw, LAR, and Bles were groped thoroughly. P said there was much “penis touching.” As in people in the crowd touching their penises. Body on body on body jammed and cubed in a body avalanche. Towelie surfed through intermittently throughout the night and somehow his Styrofoam remained on him. At one point he passed me and said something about a girl in a gnome costume, steak sauce, his semen, and eggs sunny side up.

((Pictures of our journey to Towelie after jump. See Darwin sleeping on the beach in LA, and see the guy who tapped his balls when he woke up. His name was Horacio, and he wore a suit for 365 days straight.))