It's just one of those days and I'm all nostalgic about the 60s and the weed culture back then.
I first 'turned on" (modern translation: I got stoned) in 1966, and became a lifelong "head." (Stoner)
What an experience that first time. I was inside a friend's house in a darkened room decorated with cool psychedelic blacklight posters vibrating in an ultraviolet glow.
Jim Morrison's voice gripped us all as we listened to "The End." There were three of us.
My friend Larry and I, and our host who shall go un-named here.
Met some bitchin people along the Cannabis highway. One of my favorite slang words from those days was "bogart," which meant don't hog something.
Which leads me to this iconic song:
DON"T BOGART ME
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Roll another one
just like the other one.
This one's burnt to the end
Come on and be a friend.
Ro-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oll another one
just like the other one
You've been hanging on to it
And I sure would like a hit.
By The Fraternity Of Man
Time for me to walk on down the road...
1 comment:
Ahhh, memories.. I knew you had some..somewhere.
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