The Festivals

    Notes From the Road: The Aftermath

    I'm at my least favorite bus station at my favorite cafe for the fourth time this summer. I imagine myself as a local here but the only laugh I can get from the...
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    100 Nights of Summer: Day 100

    As we rolled into Dublin the morning after my final festival, a fellow festie boldy proclaimed in a voice ruined by drinking and singing: "Welcome home, fuckers...