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So, I bike along for a while, wondering why so much sweat is
running down my face into my goggles. But when I reach up to
wipe it, I find my hand covered with blood.
I get off the bike, take of my bloody hat, and press my hand
to
my head, while bending over to bleed on the
ground rather than on my clothes.
While I'm in this posture, a big double-decker art car goes
by, and people shout for the driver to stop. A good Samaritan
girl jumps off with the first aid kit. She helps stop the bleeding
and cleans me up. (The photo above, which
she took, is after getting cleaned up.)
She tries to put a band-aid on my head, which does not work,
because the hole is under my hair.
She wants to escort me to the medic tent, but I eventually
convince her I'll be fine, and I bike over to the camp
of my friends Diva and Monkey Boy, who
are startled, but they help finish the cleanup.
What amused me was that, while I was biking along the
Esplanade to their camp,
people keep shouting "Yeah, dude!" Like it's very
cool
to be riding around with blood on one's face.
I suppose, at Burning Man, it is. Story
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