Burning Man 2008: I TRAVELED TO BLACK ROCK CITY BY KAR

“HOLY MATRIX BATMAN! THEY PAVED PARADISE AND PUT UP A PARKING LOT”

DCP Zone, CA – Before I cover my occurrence of partaking my first Burning Man Experience to you, I must give props to the person who made all this possible for me, Keirah Ann Robbins. Perhaps the back story here will give credence to just how ‘magical’ the place I spent the last week surviving in was. Flashback twenty years to the end of my beginning to learn the ‘Jedi’ path. I came across an article which lead to further research about this spectacle then called The Burning Man Project. When I had read all I could about the BMP, my head was spinning and I couldn’t decide if BMP was something ‘dark’ or something ‘light’. So I said to God, “If this is something I should attend, then you will make a way for me to get there,” and I left it at that.

Then it was ‘time passages’ until now. In the ‘now’, some of you know about my involvement with the eatery ‘Mr. Pete’s Breakfast Burrito Extravaganza’ and that I am THE Mr. Pete. This idea wasn’t mine and other than the menu picture of me and my name’s usage, it was all the brainchild of two men, Paul Bahou & Ivan McClain. Ivan of Ivan Promotions is a ‘scene king’, a strong gypsy-flavored, extraordinary promoter with an inherent penchant for mischief (ask him how cold Mickey Avalon’s Coronas were, the ones Mickey never got a chance to drink, ROFLMAO). Through many adventures, protests, parties, chill sessions, and Mr. Pete’s, Ivan and I have become very close friends. We’re like family, riding the range together like on a cattle drive, but there is a small burr under Ivan’s saddle.

I have known Keirah Ann Robbins also through a number of adventures, parties, events, and happenings. But I also know her through her romances because she is a scene queen with a heart of gold, just trying to find her path down the avenue of broken-hearted dreams like anyone who lives close to Hollywood. Just from this, I would feel privileged to be a friend to such a young attractive woman, but wait there’s more.

Perhaps because I am the ‘senior’ in this after-high school musical drama we call ‘the scene in T-town’, I moved past the ‘sexual tension’ (well, pass most of it anyway) that KAR leaves in her wake (when we went to cover the Neighborhood Music Festival, 8 guys hit on her and two proposed). Getting to know the woman inside the enigma, I found a funny, poignant, intelligent, insightful, totally charismatic metaphysical character who reads a lot, knows a good book when she sees it (thanks for ‘A Tree Grows In Brooklyn’, I still get a lump in my throat as I think of certain aspects of the novel), and is a hottie young enough to be my granddaughter.

In fact, she has become as familiar with me as a favorite granddaughter would be, something that is deliciously demented since we are not blood related. I feel like a ‘George Burns’ in the company of a young ‘Gracie Allen’. My life has been made richer through the relationship we share. I’m to ‘give her away’ when she walks down the aisle someday. We’re that close, but she is the burr under Ivan’s saddle. Since T-town wasn’t big enough for them both, KAR moved away, and the ‘don’t ask- don’t tell’ policy between Ivan and myself keeps my ‘between a rock and a hard place’ position from getting too claustrophobic.

In fact, if and when Ivan reads this story, I will expect to ‘get my fair share of abuse’ from him, but it was KAR who ponied up the $250 for my ‘ticket to ride’ to an event whose theme this year was the ‘American Dream’. How fitting that I should go the year that theme is present since I write of so many political things in my columns. Truly this was God’s way of answering my question placed so long ago. From this experience I truly saw that ‘the Man’ has paved Paradise, and put up a parking lot called ‘the Default World’. So Dear reader, join me as I attempt to show you with my humble words just what life would be like if Eve had said ‘no thanks’ to the Apple, and kicked the Serpent in the nards. Stay tuned for my series called – The Burning Man Experience – Life After The Rapture (to be continued… next, A White-Out Shade of Pale.)

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