Day tripper

     I don’t need music playing when I write because the songs are forever etched in MY mind. I don’t need to watch old videos of rock concerts and music fests because I was there in the crowd stoned completely out of my mind and singing along with thousands of others who knew every word to every song. I don’t need reminders of the best times in my life because he I still live them with memories. Melted candles on an old wooden coffee table, incense so thick you wore it on your clothes for days. Constant songs from Zeppelin, Jethro tull, Cream, Dylan, deep purple, Hendrix, and all the other groups who stole our minds and we never gave them back. Road trips to the forest where the clothes came off and we danced into the early morning hours holding jars filled with firefly’s. Day tripping and venturing deep into the woods recreating the wizard of oz and totally freaking out at flying monkeys, tin men, and trees with grabbing arms. We tripped for days then crashed into a dream like state with the smell of camp fires all around us and reefer clouds being sucked into our lungs by just breathing. Time got away from us and some sort of reality kicked in without us knowing. Friends who we swore would last forever drifted off to places and journeys unknown and time inched forward. I write now, mostly stories that only my mind could create causing me to believe my past days and the magic pills were the reasons I compose like I do. Some would argue but they are the ones who never let all of it inside, they wouldn’t welcome change like we did, and they never wanted to experience the mind-altering feelings that took us to a whole different level. I don’t blame them because that life wasn’t for everybody but for those of us who lived it, I believe we are a bit different these days as I open the door to my mind welcoming all my memories to come out and play.

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