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September 25th, 2009 (10:20 am)

I'm at a festival that's like Flipside, except that people are charging tips for things like drinks, not officially vending, but obviously breaking the spirit of the thing. I wander around with my cousin or with Effie for a while, they wander off to do other things and I'm wandering around alone. I see some dudes all dressed in black dress clothes setting up what looks like a kick-ass dance scene for when it gets dark - they've blacked out all the walls and ceiling/floor in a hallway and are putting up black lights. I remind them to mark the stairs so people don't trip when they're leaving. I hear about some camp giving away free goodies (but it's hush-hush so don't tell anyone) and wonder if there's any left. I realize I need to pee, so I duck into a weird unisex bathroom that has stalls for both men & women, as I'm peeing, this asian dude walks up to me and starts talking at me. It's clear I have violated their turf or gotten myself into some kind of trouble with his gang. He starts talking about how they apply pressure to people, sometimes they just take money, sometimes they dig through the person's past to find useful information. I don't like where this is going.
"What's the easiest way for me to get out of this?" I ask.
"B-boys. You've gotta take a class and join our B-boys team."
"No shit!?? I would totally do that! I've always wanted to learn to break dance!"
"But you can't move. We had one guy who was taking class 3 days a month and he moved and...."

and then the doorbell rings.