I met him at a Dead show in Eugene, Oregon in the early Eighties. He was selling weed and cheese sandwiches, trying to get enough money together for a ticket. I had an extra one and I was pretty flush in those days so I just gave it to him. Seemed like a good guy; you can usually tell who to trust at Dead shows.
The night before the show, we 'shroomed together and listened to Paul Simon's self-titled 1972 solo album again and again and again. It was raining and we were holed up in the back of a van, smoking pot and just talking, talking.
He told me a few things about myself, and I don't guess I had some insight for him as well. You know those 'shrooms, man, you really open up.
I don't see him much these days, Not since Jerry Garcia was called away. We exchange birthday and Christmas cards and whatnot (I save a couple of bucks, in his case), the occasional e-mail. We keep meaning to get together and down a few brews, but you know, you get busy.
2006-08-19
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