Technically, I suppose you could say that I may have had something to do with Neil's predicament - IF you stretched your imagination.
Ok, it was completely my fault. But let's not tell Neil - ok?
So just what exactly happened?
Well, as near as I can figure, it had something to do with the fact that about 15 minutes earlier, I was in the middle of taking a picture of what apparently was an illegal nitrous oxide balloon stand that read "Get High - $5.00", when Joe Pesci Jr. put his hand up in front of my lens and calmly told me, "I wouldn't take a picture of that if I were you."
I, of course, responded with some smart-assed reply such as, "Who the hell are you!?" He returned with, "I'm the guy telling you to put your camera down."
Of course not wanting to get my ass kicked (or worse, killed), I just rolled my eyes and slowly wandered away to go down the hill and stand next to - who else - Neil!
And so there we stood. Just two buddies enjoying the show side by side - when out of the corner of my eye I noticed Mini-menace and his gang of thugs talking about us from several yards away. It was at this point I decided that it was probably a good time to move along and lose myself in the concert crowd below, so as not to have to deal with the goons from afar.
Now that I think of it, I guess I may have forgotten to mention to my "friend" what had happened earlier up by the balloon stand. How does that saying go? "That's what friends are for?"
And now you know... the rest of the story.