This song brings back memories. Most of you were not even born yet. I had a white truck with rainbow stripes that people called ‘The Ice-cream Truck’ after a Cheech and Chong movie idea. It was my day off. I was cruising Lake Overholser, (we called it ‘hold-her-closer’), looking for company but the lake was pretty dead that day. Back then it was a wilder place and I took my truck back in the underbrush on a mud rut trail where the fishermen without a license hid out. The trees covered me and the smell of mud and fishy lake water came through the open windows shaded in bright polka dots of light as mosquitoes buzzed and whined in my ears. I did not mind losing a drop or two of blood back then there was no MRSA.
The fisher-people were gone and I was alone. I had a cassette player and a stack of Led Zeppelin in the console by the stick shift. I laid the seat back and stuck in a tape and grabbed the orange zig-zags and tore one in half……
….who wants to smoke paper?
I had a quarter ounce of hydroponic 23 generation bleed purple awesome home grown. It smelled like spicy flowers. I grabbed a small bud and crushed it’s sticky goodness into that half a zig-zag and rolled a fattie.
Back then it was not illegal.
While the music played and life sang and buzzed and danced all around me I lit that little bit of heaven and sucked that magic fog down deep in my lungs careful not to cough up a toke. This was special stuff not that same old ‘columbian gold’ we got all the time.
As the buzz came on I forgot spending the day before high in the air on that old hydrolic ‘cherry picker’ while sweating buckets in the noonday heat repainting the last number on a billboard sign for a local hotel.
As the peace of the deep sweet satyr-day washed in I recall this song ♥