The perpetual low of getting stuck in Lollapalooza crowds hit rockbottom yesterday, when I found myself packed shoulder-to-shoulder in a crowd of fucked-up festival-heads, Red Hot Chili Peppers fans, and lost teens screaming into cellphones searching for their friends. The sky was growing dark, a massive storm was looming, as thousands and thousands of EDM-lovers inched toward the festival gates all at once. The swarm was growing tighter, closing in, but barely moving, while security staff and police officers yelled at us to evacuate faster. But there was seemingly nowhere to go. Was I standing in alt-bro hell?
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