All it takes is one person to break the ice. Example. Twenty years ago, my brother won tickets to a Journey concert in Worcester, Massachusetts on the radio. We rode a packed WBCN Party Bus out of Boston, but everyone was kind of uptight and kept to themselves, like there were cops in the crowd. So I took a risk and lit up a big fattie anyway. Within minutes, it was like a Cheech and Chong movie. You couldn’t see out the windows. Everyone was laughing, joking, hacking and toking.
It was Saturday last week
I was hangin' out at Johnson's Creek
We were partyin' in my van
When we were hassled by the man
Jammin' to Foghat on my 8-track
With a case of malt liquor and a bong in back
From out of nowhere came the man in blue
I thought we were busted but the pig was cool
The pig was cool
I knew him from school
The pig was cool
We were at the Journey show
The first three songs we were hangin' low
Then the band played Wheel in the Sky
Me and my babe started getting high
The dude next to me said "Gimme a hit,"
So I passed him the joint I had already lit
When I saw his badge I thought this is it
But he just said to me, "Man, this is good shit."
The pig was cool
I knew him from school
the pig was cool
5 comments:
They don't write 'em like that anymore.
Well...other than at Big Hollyweed, anyway.
De minimui non curat FEX.
Okay, now do "Dude, don't drink the bongwater."
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