I was on the Oregon Trail trudging down the wagon road in my prairie schooner with my friends in the back, when we stumbled upon a ghost town in the middle of Bumblefuck, Nowhere. As tumbleweeds blew across the hard beaten path, gusts of wind rattled deserted wooden buildings and kicked up dirt into the horse's eyes. One of the ratty old wooden structures looked bustling, so we opened the door to find techno music playing and flashing strobe lights wailing on our senses.
