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Your anthem is an event or experience that changed you. It can be anything but I was thinking perhaps a wild party or a special show that changed you forever and left you feeling less than squeaky-clean. It can be anything so use your imagination. The point is, no matter what goes down AXE can fix you up.

So what’s my anthem?  It was a breezy July weekend in 2005, and the setting was Teknival, the 3 day pseudo-anarchist rave brought in from the crazy euro kids and their teuf parties.  I was single, and, naturally looking to hook up.  I’m not quite a player, and I don’t have terrible luck with meeting people, but this event was unfortunately lacking in the single ladies department.  It seems like most sensible girls don’t go on drug-fuelled 3 day raves to frolic with their lithe and single bff’s.  In short, by Saturday night, I was hard pressed to meet any lookers, so my buddy Pete, aka Belladonnakillz, was cool enough to set me up with a friend, whom he assured was ‘gorgeous’ and couldn’t wait to meet me.  I was open-minded and feeling a little lonely so I thought the company wouldn’t hurt.

My memory is a bit hazy, but as it happens, I may have been under certain influences,  but what I can tell you, as you may have heard before, is that sex, techno and these funny bits of magic generally do not mix! I remember being introduced to her.  I also remember going off to my tent with her to fool around.  Unfortunately, the make-out session really wasn’t doing it for me.  I don’t know if it was because I just wasn’t that into her, or if it was the crazy stuff doing its work, but after a few minutes, all I could see in my mind’s eye were visions of ants, worms and spiders crawling all over this poor girl.   It was like we were rolling around deep in the soggy moss bed that lay beneath the tarp.

I may have been an avid entomologist as a five year old but this experience was a bit much, so I mustered up all my will-power and mumbled something like, “I gotta go….” and stepped outside the tent.  The poor thing followed me out, and continued to hang off of me despite my pleas for space.  I don’t know what part of ” I need space” she didn’t understand, so in my strung-out, drug addled mind the only logical reaction was to start dry-heaving, in hopes that she might be disgusted enough to leave, or feel sympathy for me since I was actually feeling quite sick. But no! She still did not get it, and my stress levels only escalated until I reached a climax where I actually DID vomit…or maybe it was just a bit of  drool hanging off my lower lip.   Either way, this was my cue to leave, and I stumbled off into the brush without my flashlight, leaving the doe behind.

I saw her the next day hanging out with a bunch of hippie chicks around the muddy campgrounds that was the aftermath of Teknival 2005.  She was topless and her breasts were flopping all over the place.  I waved politely, and kept on walking, wishing I had some Axe Snakeskin on me to help wash away the experience.

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