I wonder whether it s worth pissing in my pants and injuring my ass just so I can watch this thing burn. No, I don t think so. So I got up. I ll be back, I lied to Evan, and snuck away out onto the playa. Zach tried to do what he had come out there for, but some girls pointed at him and laughed and he couldn t do it.
Girls can be so cruel.
We contemplated going back to the audience, but it seemed pointless. The thing was just starting to burn, and it would go on burning for quite some time, as it turned out, as Pepe had constucted it of ingenious device and the thing never did end up collapsing, although dozens of drunk frat boys supposedly ganged up on it later and butted their heads against it, but Pepe builds stuff frat boy-proof, and the tower is still out there right now, all by itself in the desert. While you re reading this. So we walked back to camp and stopped here and there to witness explosions and weird burning things and contribute, in our small way. The playa was restless, and the night was weird, and most of what happened after that is just a blur.