Under the bright moonlight, Alan found Randy thrashing around in mucky
water that came up to his chest.
“Randy! What are you doing?”
Randy paused, pointed to the water, then violently banged his head
forward and back.
Alan sighed. “I said we were going to a mosh pit, not marsh. We’ve
been waiting for you.”
“Oh.” Randy put a wet hand to lips in thought.
“Concert’s over, man.”
“Oh,” Randy said again. He sank down until the water came to his
chin. “Guess, I’ll just mellow out here.”
Alan rolled his eyes. “You have got to lay off the hash.”