Monday, December 14, 2009

Shit Is In The Eye Of The Beholder


Last week I was having a visit with a friend of mine and we began talking abouty our past. It seems that he and his first wife were from a very small town somewhere in Texas. He went on to relate that they got married in the winter of 1966 and continued to live there while he looked for a perminent job. In March of 1967 he found a job in California. Both of their families warned them of the dangers of California. There were "crazy people" living out there that just weren't right. Be very carefull they were told. They packed up their few belongings and headed of to San Francisco, California. When they arrived, they rented a room at a boarding house accross the street from Golden Gate Park. Honestly, In 1967, could there be a better place to be living. The story continues... He told me that a few nights after they moved in, there was a knock on their door. Upon opening the door they found one of the hippies that lived next to them, inviting them over to his apartment to join him in smoking some "really good shit" that he had just recieved. He looked at his wife who was staring at him in disbelief. They both thought that they had been invited over to smoke some manure. They immediately declined the gracious offer. The people back home were right! These people just weren't right. With the passage of time and a little street-wise education, they discovered what "good shit" really was. Peace and love 'til later.

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