It wasn't too much later that morning while setting up my tent that I discovered that my air mattress had developed a fatal wound. Nate struggled valiantly to pull the patient through, even resorting to plying a tiny butane powered soldering iron to seal the edges of the gaping wound, but alas it was simply this mattress's day to die. A May Day call to Mark several days later resulted in the fortunate arrival of a new mattress, even though I had managed to slumber peacefully in the meantime in a makeshift bower of memory foam, blankets and a leopard patterned rug.

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Burning Man 2004