Tiger Pit

There was the Star’s Way Out  where we rented a generator and bought beer from owners. Nam vets. Firing range out back. Beer cozies that we should have bought. Guns locked against the wall behind the bar with a chain. Ugly man contest. Owner rented himself out with a dunk tank for parties and fairs. They have a wooden cut out of raising the flag at Iwa Jima across the road. It is in the middle of fucking nowhere.
We rented a back ho and dug a pit and put stones around it. We made a sign in LA and drove it out to the desert in a Galpin truck. It was hot as shit. We made a big fake boulder too, with mirrors on it. It reflected the sun so you could see where the Tiger Pit was from the highway. 

We had the after the after party there. Everybody cool came. We gave away the beer free- Jed and Jeff bartended. Someone brought light up ice cubes. Someone brought their own supplies to make Pims Cups. People did what they wanted. The party ended when the generators went off and the lights went out. It was completely dark. We thought they ran out of gas but later found out that Mungo and Jeff turned them off because they were mad about something. So they fucked up the party.

The next day we threw all the cans in the pit I think.

Somebody shot the sign up and stole the fake boulder. Nocon and Giovanni went out and broke the sign up and put it in the hole and buried it. Jeff and Jed were supposed to do it but we fucked it up. I can’t remember now why the sign had to come down. I know that we were hoping that it could stay a long time and become kind of a ruin and a place that people could go back to…

I don’t know how to even start to say what the idea of the Tiger Pit was. We don’t remember what started it. We were going to the desert a lot then and we used to hang out at Star’s Way Out and there are a lot of things in the desert there that we were looking at that made it happen the way it did.

—JJ Reezer

   
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