I dreamed I was at NPS (but the hotel was more like the hotel from Terry Gilliam's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas--Great start, huh?), and as I'm walking down the main, overly-ornate steps in the hotel, Tod Caviness (AKA,
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I'm pretty sure that's how I started out. You do a few Shatner impressions on bad drugs at a rave, and pow: suddenly someone's telling you hey, there's this big competition out west where everybody parties like that.
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