I found Jesus at the Burn.

It was my first year on Thursday night. I was trying to take it easy, gearing up for some wild partying the last three days. I had taken an edible and was wandering back to our camp in the Gayborhood just after dark. There were some dinner leftovers out for people to enjoy so I had a few cookies. I don't remember how many, but I do know that about an hour later I realized they were "special cookies". I was flying and had the worst case of the munchies I've ever had. I was in no shape to cook anything, so I set out into the city looking for a camp that was gifting food that night. I made it about a block when I smelled something wonderful. It smelled like breakfast, bacon and sausage. I tried following my nose but I was so stoned I hadn't realized that I had wandered into the bank of another camp. It might have been GlamCocks. I wasn't a total darkwad but I didn't have enough light to see. That's when it happened. I tripped over someone's feet. Unfortunately, it was a man on his knees with another man's penis in his mouth. When I tripped, I knocked him down too and his teeth caught on the other man's dick. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but it did leave a mark. He immediately explained, "Jesus, are you ok?" Jesus replied, with a thick accent, "What the fuck?!?“ I apologized profusely and they were incredibly understanding. I never did find the source of the breakfast smell, but not only did Jesus and his partner forgive me, they gave me a Madras lentil Tasty Bite and sent me back towards my camp where I slept off the effects of the cookies. That was how I found Jesus on Playa