He meets his end on a park bench, brown-bagging his hangover, mumbling "Skrillex... OutKast... Chloe Sevigny." He has been Coachella'd—but at least he escaped identity intact. Dear Coachella-going masses: you do not have to dress like Jim Morrison to have a good time!


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