Man Down
By Steven T. Jones, aka Scribe
We were partying in deep playa, watching the lunar
eclipse, when we saw the man burn. I didn’t believe it
at first, thinking that it had to be the Burning Man
folks fucking with us, maybe with some bright lights
to simulate a fake burn. But it was enough for my
Garage Mahal campmates and I to take the party mobile
and cruise our art car back in toward the man, joining
a wave of art cars with the same idea. I still thought
it was a prank or piece of theater until …