Jesus, all this hippie talk is making me pissed off about where I live. Vashon Island is goddam dirty hippie central.
Although someone should tell the hippies that crystal meth isn’t hippie. Interesting philosophical question: is a guy who looks like a hippie but is hopped up on meth still a hippie? Or something else? And if he’s something else, what the hell is he? Do really I have to explain to prospective hippies that migrate here that they’re supposed to be grooving on all natural herb, not Satan’s Own Death Chemical? Is it really so hard to understand that hippies can’t be tweakers and vice versa?
Good on ya, Wombat. I, helped start the “Hippie” thing in the early 60’s, being young, in the Haight, and just groovin’ along with others to music, art, and less political stuff than what occured later on. Mostly by deviant anarchist’s, and disgruntled wanna-be politicos, who started the “protest” thing. We, the hippies, really just wanted to connect with the baser, earthy instincts that is our true nature. Everyone gets older, and has to start to “grow up” and fend for themselves. Many “hippies” just like the look, and still retain the garb, and acoutrements of the era. I have finally tossed my last tie-dye and have only a few remnants of those halcyon days. Hemp Initiative in California starts Monday! Petition is approved, and we start printing tonight! Check out: jackherer.com for info.
OK, hippies buying real estate, moving to the suburbs. OK, I can deal with it, freak freely and swing for the fences. Hippies buy farms, after all, so its not *that * weird. I guess. Whatever. Doesn’t mean shit to a tree.
But meth? No fuckin’ way. Meth might work for beatniks, but hippies? Fuhgeddaboutit!
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