This is a short story about a drug-fueled, paranoid weekend; being part of a small crew volunteering at a festival. This story is for fictional purposes only. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

You can download the PDF here. I have also included the transcript below.


Taunton. A sleepy town host to around 55 thousand individuals; church-going retired folk who’s height of excitement is a wander in the countryside and tea and scones at Bumbles Coffee Lounge. I sat in the corner of Bumbles scanning the creased faces trying to piece together how this place came to the misfortune of hosting a 72-hour fuck-fest on its prize racecourse. Did they have any idea that in a matter of days this town would be taken over by hordes of unhinged, drug-addled dope-fiends?