Just spent Thanksgiving at work. I really didn't mind working and management felt as tho I would be best suited to handle the different parties scheduled. I think they also think I have nothing to be thankful for. Well if you set aside one day a year to give thanks you're a fricking ingrate. I must admit that I did have my hands full tonight. The Manson girls fought over who got to carve the turkey. That argument came to an end when six of the people attending the acid test were convinced that they were turkeys. What a mess. Cranberry sauce everywhere.
Now I don't condemn or condone the use of drugs, but if there is one I would do again it would be acid, and I know who with. I really think that everyone should do it at least once. If you don't trust my opinion ask Aldous Huxley. New doors do open. Heres one from the vault.
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Ventura CA, 6/13/87. It was between sets at the Dead show. I was about 20 feet out from the stage, dead center. I looked up and saw Jenny. As she later told my friend Jack (she was trippin' at the time, as was I) she was standing behind the fence looking at the crowd and picking up some bad vibes. We happened to see each other and I raised my hand and did the come here finger gesture. We spent the next two hours sitting on my sleeping bag conversing with words unspoken. In the middle of Morning Dew we both started to cry. The show ended and we hit the beach for the rest of the night. I didn't know her name until six weeks later when we ran into each other in Anahiem. I saw her one more time a few weeks later at the Whiskey where her band was playing. And just as the story began it ends.
Point being? Whatever you take from it.
As for my friend Jack Hyman he'll turn up again later.
Was there any continuity to this?
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