Festival Insanity

The festival is starting to take it's hold now. The pang of dehydration now plays a permanent role on my lips. Another bus journey down the strip. Another cigarette, another bottle of lucozade. More bands are arriving soon. Quickly spike the stage. Gear to the back. Earplugs back in. Monotony and exhaustion now common place. Another bus ride, cigarette. Not long now till doors, more beer, another party, the satisfying feeling of why I do this. Another night at the festival, on the town. The final party is rapidly approaching. So tired. Sleep won't come easy, the festival drawing to a close. One last show, one more year behind me.