Bike Kill 6 Weekend

I love Bike Kill. I really really love bike kill. To take stock of an event that is a block party on steroids, destruction without intent, a one day gathering that people come from all over the country for and something that was once called "the hardest, purest event of the year," is a near impossible task. For one Bike Kill is when every scummy drunk bike enthusiast you know descends on New York. I had the Crucifixed club (or at least a large portion of it) staying at my house, Skidmarxxx were in from Texas, Rat Patrol from Chicago, Cutthroats from all over, Black Label of course and even some kind of reincarnated New York Chunk. I probably missed a few. Friday night I went to the Chicken Hut meaning to stop by have a beer and say hi to some friends from out of town that I might be too drunk to make sense to the next day. That one drink turned into a 5 am roll out with the Crucifixed kids and my roommate waking up to find a bunch of drunks on our couches doing some illicit substances. Anyway Bike Kill was a couple hours away so I suited up and went to meet a friend for some huevos rancheros and Dos Equis. I had already had at least 3 beers and a big glass of whiskey. Rolling into Bike Kill is like being a straight up celebrity. I was greeted by beer, liquor and a rousing chorus of "thejake is here!" Thanks guys. The Chaos is hard to describe broken glass everywhere swing bikes, surf bikes, tall bikes, choppers, tall choppers, a flamethrower bike, shopping cart bikes, dough everywhere, gallons of blood both fake and real. There were people diving into a giant foam vagina. The mood is amazing, everyone sharing beers and passing around bottles of liquor, strangers just meeting for the first time hugging and rolling around in filth. Good time jams blasting from the dj tent and people letting any stranger ride their bike. By six o'clock people are making out a long the fence and I saw at least two people just wandering around naked , many more were half dressed or rocking just a vest and no shirt. One moment I look up and someone is huffing paint in front of children, another I look up and Danny is being carried out on a surf bike his foot looking like a sack of meet hanging off his leg. Every friend from out of town has assaulted you at this point you have been sprayed with more malt liquor than you new existed but you are still going. All of a sudden fireworks start exploding everywhere. You are getting ready to shoot off a bottle rocket and a giant foam skull hits you causing the bottle rocket to explode in your hand. A girl you don't know starts hugging you in a way thats a little too familiar. You see a friend get knocked off a tall bike while jousting. The rain picks up and the rest of the night is a blur. I missed the after party because I passed out drunk at my friends, two hour nap my ass. I spent the next day sitting around taking inventory with my house guests everyone has unexplained bruises, scrapes and burns. We are drinking beers and gin at ten a.m.