Any fun stories? The back section is super spoooooky! I still have a scar on my hand from the night that Greg McDonald swung around and nicked me with a knife right after I told him that the creaking from the eucalyptus trees blowing in the wind was nails being pulled out of coffins by grave robbers. That guy would believe anything!

Later lots of drinking Mickey's Big Mouths on the hilltop grave of some kid named Fred, who we adopted as out mascot.

All the fun we had there and never once saw a security guard or cop. Amazing!