This was my first Phish show ever and now that I look back at the night I had, I should've killed my friend's brother. You see, he was supposed to pick us up from a town just south of Worcester @ 4:20pm for my virgin show and supposedly the night of my life, but he didn't pick us up until 6:30pm and because of him we missed the whole first set, which, from the looks of it, seemed awesome. Years later I now think I should've killed him because come to find out the reason he was late was to score a bag of weed for our group... a bag of fucking schwag none the less! Instead of experiencing the lot and looking there (which later come to find out is extremely easy to find whatever one wants) I wasted my time for this fag... if you are out there, bushman, YOU SUCK DONKEY BALLS AND DESERVE TO DIE!