My favorite tale of intoxsasquation happened the year before I went. My boyfriend took our (then) boss’s son down and lost track of him on the second day. They found him a couple hours later, after he had “gotten some blue pills from some nice people in Ohio!”. He sobbed his way through Matisyahu, then got kicked out because he wouldn’t stop trying to vault the fence to backstage. See, he’d seen Ben Lee eating some potato salad back there and thought he’d be all better if he could only eat “Jesus’ salad”.
I’ve never gotten that bad at Sasquatch, probably just ‘cause I don’t want to bring stuff across the border. Also now I don’t trust Ohians.