Yeah, I said it! Fuck waiting in hour long lines, fuck being herded like farm animals, fuck overpriced food and drinks, fuck 100 degree temperatures, fuck smelly drunk frat assholes and fuck allergy attacks from a giant field of grass and dust.
The last Coachella I went to was in the early 2000’s, and I’ve never regretted missing it since then. Under a baking hot sun with drunk dipshits and suburban hipsters is no way to see a band.
I’m not drinking it at the moment, but I did snap this photo! Love the design!
sorry, it’s true.