Over the years, I’ve seen flash-mob style fence-jumping operations in action, a blur of athletic college kids who furiously claw their way over chain-link barriers, sprint away from security guards and, if they’re lucky, disappear into a sea of dancing bodies in front of stages or an especially long port-a-potty line. This can be a dangerous but exhilarating game.

Bonus: A nimble horde of cheeky bastards get captured on film busting into the Future Music Festival. Leave an embarrassed constabulary in their wake. Except for that one guy who eats it on the way down. Pray for that guy.