Saturday afternoon, forty-four years ago, we -Steve, Dex, Mick and I - arrived at the lip of the bowl and were astonished at the grand sight...thousands and thousands and thousands... anyway...we sat down and within 40 seconds we were offered a joint..really enjoyed the music and camraderie... But I had living in an apartment in Syracuse and was tired of the city life and this was kind of like another city -some confusion and bewildered people-anyway-just tired from the journey too.... Got back to the Caz campsite sat in the back seat of Pope's car...expressed my fatigue and feelings when the guy next to me, Phil C. said "Here, this 'll fix ya up" and put a big horse tranq type pill in my mouth. I then went to sleep. When I awoke at dawn every one there was still asleep...I did not know where I was....who I was.....and indeed, WHAT I was! Tripping out big time with no recollection of anything! And I WOKE UP this way!.... A gal with a VW bug was stuck in the mud probably 40 yards from us...I somehow finally figured out that I should probably help her by pushing her out....but when I pushed the mud spattered on my blue jeans...when I looked the mud pattern was so glorious and eternal that I forgot what I was doing and just sat down and marveled at my pants....I could hear her way off in the distance yelling sarcastically "Thanks a lot!"....Anyway, finally, the Pope awoke -God Bless Him! and cooked breakfast...he talked reassuringly to me and fed me like I was a 2 year old......gradually I came around and off we went back to the bowl...
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