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Bonnaroo 2014, or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Mob

An avoider of crowds, heat, and loud noises, I wasn’t looking forward to Bonnaroo. Ryan knew it, everyone knew it. I thought it would be some kind of third world country where people were clawing over each other for the last pizza crust, burning up in the sweltering Tennessee heat and drinking warm, flat PBR. I was reassured the whole week before and the whole drive up, but still felt nervous.

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Bonnaroo 2014, or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Mob