Kasper Hauser is laying down the gauntlet on his Burning Man enemy: DJ Marmalade (or DJ Orange Juice, or something like that, he can’t remember). Sounds like some crazy shit went down in the contact improv area:
“Right when I was about to go off, this cracked out white hippie with dreads, chapped lips, and bubble goggles just wanders right into the sacred space, whips it out and starts pissing. I was doing this incredible form (Tiger style), the drums were going off, a dude was playing a shakahathsi flute, and my foot wheeled right into the spot where this guy was pissing (for about 5 minutes solid I should add)…”