Comal and MLK 11/19 ATX- this party was on the verge of not happening. Around 9 I showed up for a few pre-beers and everyone was bummed and talking about going somewhere else to get thier jollies, even the folks who lived there. Apparently the complications had gotten too much for them and they were ready to scrap the entire thing until somone pointed out the root of thier problems; hippiedom. They had relied on a man who chronically does not have shoes nor a phone to deliver two kegs at 8 pm and now there was no way for them to get in touch with this man who was roaming around, away from all payphones and responsibility, probably cutting his feet on our fair city's surplus of broken glass, his dreads thrashing, backlit by a firepit as his danced his free spirited jigs. Luckily, a hippy dead set on partying that night had the forethough to call another hippy about the situation, soon that hippy called another, and the word spread like peanut butter through the hippy community. By howls, smoke signal or rythmic hitting of rock upon rock, that hippy finally reached back through the network to say that the party was still on, he was right down the street..... Hours had elapsed and a formidably sized drumset had been erected on the half pipe with all manner of douchebags milling about, the air was thick with tension, these people knew they were about to get rocked. The keg showed up during a soundcheck that already had lesser baddasses wearing all manner of thier own asses for hats. I quickly filled my belly with beer which i would see later and ran to the stage. "The High Cost of Living" were smoking a pre-set bowl as police search lights paced back and forth across our faces. With little formality and no concern for the law they broke into a brooding set that ultimately left everyone drunk as snakes and as equally covered in beer. then someone started passing out brownies, and everyone got down. my then my buddies played, i forget the name of thier band for obvious reasons, everyhting st this point was a fuzzy feeling encouraging a lot of swaying back and forth and the need to act "groovy". the second keg rapidly floated and the partiers realized they were awash in a sea of suburban gangsters, hish schoolers and downright hicks, dispensing thier toothless wisdom to thier only friends the fire barrel and the earthen jug. we parted ways after i poured beer on someones sneakers in retaliation for a jostle whose agressive nature simply would not stand...