The concert was good but what a strange crowd.
I was accustomed to smelling the special cigarettes (which I did not like) but this evening a small brown haired hippy girl kept staring at me as I took photos.
Finally she approached me and said,
Man, you are really weird
Then looked at me like I was a ghost. Her eyes were more like a dead persons, a stare without focus and she swayed so much I feared she would fall.
Then her face landed back into the large brown paper bag she was carrying and the next words she spoke were permeated with the stench of airplane glue.
From the look in her eyes and on her face Im grateful she was not someone I knew. If shes lucky there are more than two functioning brain cells left in her head after that night.
It was a vary strange time, lots of kids did stuff they probably regret, assuming they are still alive.