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At 17 in '67 I was living in "The Jungle" behind the Marketplace in Waikiki. 4 fingered lids, acid, black beauties, hash, coke, open air markets. Many migrated from the Haight. Standing in line at the record shop all night to get the latest album. Sitting against the speaker at a free Airplane Concert. People sent their little kids through the crowd to steal. Tokin' a jay and realized everyone was staring at me, I looked up and two cops were walking right behind me, they weren't looking. Jimi Hendrix, orange sunshine, naked be-in on the north shore. Yelling "Turn Off The Radio" as we were exiting a concert, everyone freaked, then they realized it was a joke and all laughed. Music was like some kind of religion.


Wondering? Bored waiting on Pre-Flower to blossom!!!



Wondering? Bored waiting on Pre-Flower to blossom!!!