Post by sasquatchsophmore on Mar 10, 2011 10:53:13 GMT -8
My Dear Ticket Holders,
We haven't spoken before, but I know who you are. You, who saved for weeks to purchase that holy pass in the depths of winter, far ahead of your procrastinating brethren, safe in the knowledge that you would BE THERE come the warm wash of spring. Or perhaps you held fast in your waiting, determined to snag the last of he early birds... and you did!
But then something happened.
I need not name the unspeakable, whatever it is called, but it has caused such a disruption in your life as to force your hand and release your precious pass. Grasping, internet-y fingers hunger for it's touch, lusting to be one of the Chosen, to join with their Sasquatch brothers and sisters once again.
My own fingers twitch at the very thought of that exquisite possession! But I calm myself with the firm belief that YOU, or another like you, lies just beyond that brilliant, musical horizon.
You may have guessed already at my sorry state. Yes, I am one of the lowly plebians, struggling to find my place amongst all of the beautiful people come May (so soon!). My current state is made even more dismal due to the fact I am in the very same position as the year previous: hopes in hand with no ticket to ride.
Oh, I was there last year, do not doubt! But it came at a loftier price than I had imagined. Were it not for that random teenage kid's car that broke down necessitating the need to sell his pass for replacement parts, I would be a sad-sack Sasquatch virgin still.
But I have seen the light. I spoke with many of you last May and was told of those who sold only to the noblest (re: least creepiest) of souls, and at the noblest of values: face.
And so I stand before you now, baring my past and VERY recent ignorance of the speed in which all of you bought your "ticket to ride", seeking your acceptance and understanding in this dire matter. I need but one 4-day pass for myself so that I may accompany a vanload of beautiful people from Calgary down to the Gorge.
I am, however, only willing to pay face value (or $300 Cdn) for the pass. I know there are selfless ones out there, one of whom aided me in my journey to attend last year, who will oblige me in this request. Because, man, I don’t know what I will do without you! My summer will suddenly become a swirling miasma of unfulfilled musical possibilities wherein I drift in the purgatory of summer shifts at work with faceless, inane employees.
Do not let me fall into that abyss of WORK!! Save me, my friends, so that I may BE THERE! O, how my faith is on the precipice of hope (?) I now seek that most righteous of responses from that person, that saviour, who will save me....
Sasquatch Sophmore,
Brad Simon
We haven't spoken before, but I know who you are. You, who saved for weeks to purchase that holy pass in the depths of winter, far ahead of your procrastinating brethren, safe in the knowledge that you would BE THERE come the warm wash of spring. Or perhaps you held fast in your waiting, determined to snag the last of he early birds... and you did!
But then something happened.
I need not name the unspeakable, whatever it is called, but it has caused such a disruption in your life as to force your hand and release your precious pass. Grasping, internet-y fingers hunger for it's touch, lusting to be one of the Chosen, to join with their Sasquatch brothers and sisters once again.
My own fingers twitch at the very thought of that exquisite possession! But I calm myself with the firm belief that YOU, or another like you, lies just beyond that brilliant, musical horizon.
You may have guessed already at my sorry state. Yes, I am one of the lowly plebians, struggling to find my place amongst all of the beautiful people come May (so soon!). My current state is made even more dismal due to the fact I am in the very same position as the year previous: hopes in hand with no ticket to ride.
Oh, I was there last year, do not doubt! But it came at a loftier price than I had imagined. Were it not for that random teenage kid's car that broke down necessitating the need to sell his pass for replacement parts, I would be a sad-sack Sasquatch virgin still.
But I have seen the light. I spoke with many of you last May and was told of those who sold only to the noblest (re: least creepiest) of souls, and at the noblest of values: face.
And so I stand before you now, baring my past and VERY recent ignorance of the speed in which all of you bought your "ticket to ride", seeking your acceptance and understanding in this dire matter. I need but one 4-day pass for myself so that I may accompany a vanload of beautiful people from Calgary down to the Gorge.
I am, however, only willing to pay face value (or $300 Cdn) for the pass. I know there are selfless ones out there, one of whom aided me in my journey to attend last year, who will oblige me in this request. Because, man, I don’t know what I will do without you! My summer will suddenly become a swirling miasma of unfulfilled musical possibilities wherein I drift in the purgatory of summer shifts at work with faceless, inane employees.
Do not let me fall into that abyss of WORK!! Save me, my friends, so that I may BE THERE! O, how my faith is on the precipice of hope (?) I now seek that most righteous of responses from that person, that saviour, who will save me....
Sasquatch Sophmore,
Brad Simon