Soon enough you find yourself lost in the music, starting your own mosh pit in the sand and rscreaming maniacally from the top of your lungs. So engulfed in the moment that you don'treven pay attention to your wife making out with this bandito, or your kids playing with the rguns they found in the backseat of his car. Over and over again, you keep pushing rewind and rkeeping the rock alive and screaming... occasionally snorting some of the strange white rpowder you found on the dash board of his car. Some hours later you're ready to collapse. rYour son has shot your daughter in the foot and your wife is passed out from the roverexertion. Yet you and this strange man are still rockin. Finally as the day ends, you rask this guy, "What's your name anyway?" "Rick.... the Desert Dick" he replies, as he drives roff into the sunset with your wife, leaving you with only a memory, and a cassette of NIGEL rPEPPER COCK.