Like one massive body, everyone raised their devil horns at once. The mosh pits kicked up a whirlwind of dust and Ozzfest kicked some ass. We were there, in the Inland Empire, declaring rebellion against that Saturday, July 21. People started fires. People vented frustration from the week. You got blood on your shirt? It’s probably from someone in the pit. If it’s your blood, then you’re lucky. It’s something to show your friends when you go home and make them jealous.This year was the first time that Ozzfest was completely free. No charge whatsoever. Giant advertisements were plastered across the place, a big rig was advertising an energy drink and everywhere you went you saw someone selling something. But it didn’t matter one bit. Those advertisements were ignored. The big rig provided shade and the only stuff for sale that people wanted was water. Why pay for water when a mist machine can provide you free H2O? Four dollars for water!? Screw that.
