“Where was that article?” I tapped my chin with a pen and then began to riffle through the magazines splayed out on the kitchen table. After picking up Rolling Stone and thumbing through a few pages, I tossed it back in the pile. Then I grabbed a copy of Creem and started to read an article on Cheech and Chong.
Rolling Stone Creem “People’s experiences, man. How can you say they’re right or wrong?” Tommy Chong said, when asked about promoting drug use.
Fuck yeah. Experience. Higher than high. Like Music Fest is going to be. I nodded and copied the quote in my Trapper Keeper.
Fuck yeah. Experience. Higher than high. Like Music Fest is going to be. When the front door banged open, followed by a basketball bounce, Mom shouted, “No balls in the house!” from the master bedroom. How she was a
