- 5 months ago
Mysteriously, the Rogue Scarab wouldn't start on Thursday morning, foiling our well laid plans for a trash fence sunrise. Naturally, everything turned out better than we had imagined; humbly reminded to sit loose in the saddle of the df. Many dancing bodies emerged from the shadows that night, sucked in and forced to stay 'till sunrise. "What music is this?", they would inquire... "Playa Trap"... I would reply... clearly.