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We love this town! - 1998
by Adrian Roberts

Okay, so weve been out here on the playa for a few days now and we here at Piss Clear have got just one question: What genius decided that Black Rock City should be located in a fucking wind tunnel? Hello? Didnt anyone realize that our fair city was going to be plopped right down in the middle of the narrowest section of the Black Rock Desert, allowing winds to speed up as they blow through town? Duh!

The good ol days
Oh yes, how we long for the days when Black Rock City wasnt even a city at all. It was just a small town a hamlet, really located way the hell out in the middle of the playa. If you were off in your driving by just a few degrees, you could end up totally lost. It was kind of scary... but kind of cool.

But I need to stop right now. I hate it when Burning Man veterans pine for the old days like so many cranky old codgers. Because the fact remains that what has been lost in intimacy has been more than made up for in spectacle. I mean, back then there wasnt anywhere near the sheer volume of cool artwork and fabulous theme camps and unbridled bursting-at-the-seams creativity that exists this year, thats for sure. I mean, its just massive, completely overwhelming.

So overwhelming that I dont even want to leave our RV. Well, okay, thats not really true. I just dont want to leave the RV until around 4 p.m. or so.

Yes, after seven years at Burning Man, Ive finally figured it out: Its fucking hot during the day! Fuck that! So now I just lounge around all day, trying to catch up on what little sleep I can, and avoiding sunlight like the plague. This way, I can save all my energy for the night. Because lets face it: nighttime is when this town really comes alive.

Nighttime is the right time
Not unlike Las Vegas, Black Rock City is an ugly pit during the day, and a dazzling jewel at night. Especially from a distance.

Try this tonight: Ride your bike way out onto the open playa I mean, really really far out, all the way to the trash fence. Then turn around. Gorgeous, isnt it? That long strip of colored lights that is Black Rock City. Every year I do this, and every year it becomes one of my favorite Burning Man moments and this year, its even better. Why? No moon. Just beautiful, twinkling Black Rock City a city that we helped build floating in an inky black sea of glittery stars. Like a fabulous space station on the edge of the galaxy. A party planet in the midst of the heavens. Simply breathtaking. Wow...

Okay, then the Ecstacy wears off and its time to make sure no one has stolen my bike. And if there was ever a time to get your bike stolen, tomorrow night Burn Night is it.

Its yahoo time
This is the time when certain dark elements begin to creep into Black Rock City... the weekend warriors, the curiosity-seekers, the troublemakers, the Bridge-and-Tunnel crowd, the dudes who just want to party, the dare I say it? the locals. In short, the yahoos who just dont get it. Expect to see a lot more beer cans and trash over the next two days. Its not going to be pretty.

But then again, who can blame them for showing up? I mean, if you heard about this crazy party in the middle of the desert where strange naked people run around blowing stuff up, wouldnt you go? I mean, youre here now, arent you? So stop your complaining.

Tell everyone that Burning Man sucks!
If you really dont want a bunch of morons coming to Burning Man, then we all collectively need to start shutting the fuck up about how cool Burning Man really is! Stop talking about Burning Man all the time. Stop spreading the word. If anyone asks, tell them it sucks. Tell them it was really lame this year, a total waste of money, and that you cant imagine why anyone would ever want to go. Make stuff up. Lie. Just do whatever you can to get people to stop coming here!

Dont worry, the smart ones will figure it out. As for everyone else, well, theres always Disneyland, right? Yeah, I thought so...

Anyway, with that said, we hope you enjoy this the last Piss Clear issue of the millennium. Woo-hoo! And if you happen to see a cute, orange-and-blue-haired, femmed-out gender-morph riding around on a fuzzy orange 10-speed... well by all means, stop me and say hi! Until next year...

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