I was there too, did the green acid at Woodstock ($2.00/hit), an oz went for $20.00, and sometimes you'd get hold of really good shit that'd have you seeing those patterns; 2 or 3 people to a joint. I remember buying ounces of hash for around $90.00 in the early 70's, and buying pounds of grass for $150.00. We smuggled it in our parachutes, thought that was really cool. Black guys always seemed to have the best reefer, and A-Gold was the "gold" standard. Coke, crack, angel dust were unheard of. I searched all night in Portchester for a junkie once, just to try heroin, and figured out that it was too seductive to try it a second time. Lucky me. We were so naive; you guys today are more sophisticated than we could have ever hoped to be. One of the guys in a band I was in introduced me to crystal meth, and I spent the night/morning building a wah pedal for my guitar rig, after the jam session was over and everybody had gone home. Those days were primitive by todays standards, but for Christ's sake, we had fun. A bloody nose was as politically correct as it got; many of us carried weapons, but we seldom, if ever, used them (I know I didn't).

We were re-writing history, and knew it; the so-called youth movement actually seemed to have half a chance, civil rights and other causes were making progress, music and arts were undergoing quantum leaps, and it looked like there was light at the end of the tunnel after all. Apathy, the yuppies, Moral Majority, Generation X, greed, etc., turned it all ass-end-to, probably for a very long time. You "kids", and I use the term with respect, have no idea what was lost in the last 30 or so years.

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