The Reefer Man

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High Times and True Adventures With Bobby BEL and the Brotherhood Of Eternal Love

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The High Times and True Adventure of The Brotherhood Of Eternal Love 

A Freight Train South of Marysville

May 1965, 10 pm
J.C. and I had our arms and legs locked around each other, wrapped up together like lovers, as we squatted in an open box car of the train that we jumped in Marysville at about 7 pm from Lil Bill and Virgie’s House. Lil Bill is stationed at Beal Air Force Base. He is one of my best friends. The 3 Musketeers J.C,. Lil Bill, Tommy and Me. Brothers Since Jr. Hi School. 

J.C. is a fugitive from a warrant in Anaheim, Orange County for possession of Marijuana for the Valhalla and Ashbrook Snitches. We are going down to sneak in and out again so J.C. can see his Wife Candy at his parent’s house. 

We are not dressed warm and are fucking freezing, we are not Gay OK, Still a virgin punk, just freezing. JC is my Best is of a medium slender build like me and about 5 ft 11. Little Bil said he looks like a fish with his glasses, the thick lens and the big eyes hahaha. Lil Bill is very thin, funny, got Johnny Carson down, 5ft 6 and good looking.

J.C. and Lil Bill turned me on to my first joint, J.C. got me laid the first time and then I got my Drivers license in 1960 and it was on, Cruzin Beach Time. JC turned me on To LSD in Jan 65 after I got back from Nam.
Two Big Black Hobos, have on what looks like in the dark as Army Foul Weather Gear, are lying against the forward wall, so we said Hi. Wanna smoke a Righteous Doobie Brothers? They said yes, with big flashing smiles. We fired up and got stoned. They were Hip Bos and been around, knew what was coming down. We first started getting stoned on weed in the late 50s we said “Let’s Get Righteous Brothers, Lets smoke a Righteous Doobie Brothers. The Righteous Brothers were from Anaheim. The BO Bros got the drift and we light up their tree for sure.

The Stars are sparkling in all their glory through a misty fog With the Smell of the Delta permeating the air from the Might Sacramento. 

They gave us the train info for arrival in LA arriving in like 12 hours from now. I see the road and hear the train cranking and rumbling, ….. a crossroads, …bells and lights swirling and ringing, yellow mellow shadows, wishing I was somewhere else again, with my cord sport coat with the elbow patches and a white dress shirt with red stripes, brown cord levies and huaraches. This was almost as cold as the South China Sea in a typhoon, or San Francisco on the Docks waiting for the liberty boat till 6 am to get back to the ship, I was Aboard the USS Mauna Kea AE 22, an ammunition ship from 62 to 65.

Fuck that, J.C., gave me the know look, time to go ,we are cold so we jump off at the road crossing with the rail road crossing gates flashing lights, bells ringing as we slowed down…said later to the Ho Bros and bailed.
J.C. and Me can communicate without words, like Magic man, We are a lot alike being Aquarians. Tommy T. and me had the same inner communication, Tommy T. is an Aries.

We are warm already on some road with no traffic. The smell was damp, pungent like we were closer to water around the delta. We start hitch hiking and soon got picked up by a dude in a red pick uptruck going to LA. I slept most of the way. 

We got to J.C's parents' house in Anaheim in time for dinner. Candy, Tommy, and Freddy were there waiting for us. We had a happy reunion, under the circumstances, then later on went to bed. We were rudely awoken by Orange County Narks with a warrant for J.C. They made Candy stand naked during most of their search and I was giving them shit. One cop pulled my Coat out of the closet and asked whose coat it was. "My coat," I told him. The roach from the train was in my pocket smoked down to the nubs, fucking nothing left -- Oops, Go to jail; do not pass go. 

There were so many guys in jail from the same bust. 


I started remembering another Train Ride.

This is the High Times and True Adventures of a Group of Bros that came out of Anaheim in Orange County California. You know, Disneyland in the 60's. 

You want rhetoric, verbs, and concise writing go to the library.

This is s tale of Fiction or Truth depending where you are standing. I have no claim to being a writer, poet, surfer, hippie, actor, singer or half the other stuff folks have tried to lay on me. Never could figure out what to be? I'm Bobby, so they say.

I started hanging out with the Tunnel Brothers in the late 50s J.C. the oldest, Tommy T. the shortest and Freddy Ray the youngest. J.C. and Lil Bill were my best Friends and turned me on to my first Joint. JC got me de virgin ized and gave me my first hit of LSD. From 57 to 62 we were hanging out together running free and easy.
Anaheim was mostly Orange Groves then and like I say “we owned Disneyland.” Pop Newbar sold the property to Uncle Walt and had the farm house in the Orange Groves where he parked his 49 ford pickup truck. We would visit each summer and ask Pop to show us his truck, He would go get the keys unlock the barn and start her up. Then he would turn her off and leave the kea in the ignition, the barn unlocked and we had our truck for the week. Every year until they put Pop in the rest home we borrowed his truck. He was cool. 

We went over the fence almost every weekend to Disneyland , got out of and into every ride they had. We would pop up on the back of spearman as they rose up on the jungle ride or ride on the Bear so all the riverboats and other craft could see us. We roamed through the Indian Village and grabbed a spear for a souvenir, grab the apple from the wicked witch, Lil Bill holding the apple in both hands staring at it as we exit the ride saying “She gave me the apple, look she gave me the apple." 

Lil Bill was always clowning around. The only time we ever got busted for anything at Disneyland was at the live Band Stand Dance in Tomorrow Land and that was for kicking some ass on some San Fernando Valley car club punks. I was dancing a slow one when Gary C. Grabs me and tells Joyce “We need Bobby.” 

A big red velvet like curtain surrounded the Band Stand an we walked around to the back and there was Tommy T. talking to a punk with San Fernando Car Club colors, about a foot and a half taller than T.T.s 5ft 4in, his boys behind him and ours behind Tommy T. There was Bronco Butch, Mike Doc B., Lil Bil, Gary Dass C….

I said “Hay what are you messing with my friend for he’s half your size” as I walked up to him, smacked him and knocked him down, he started crawling for the curtain to the Band Stage with Tommy T. and me kicking him to help him on his way. I turned around and saw Lil Bil swinging a street sweeper at this punk and a police man coming up to him. Lil Bil Told him in this pious voice, “But Sir, He kicked me right in the groin” as he grabbed his balls, We started cracking up watching Lil Bills Antics as They escorted us out of the park, Our Turf. 

We Owned Disneyland and later would take Acid there. This was before the acid daze.

Tommy and Freddy Ray moved up north to Saratoga because of the Heat from the pot busts in Anaheim. Freddy was going to School with me at West Valley Collage. Tommy and Freddy worked at a Sizzler steak house while I was working at an alcohol bottling plant in Menlo Park. Free steaks and Gin. We were in. My girl Friend Linda and I were seeing other people at that time. We had a relationship from a Christmas party at my Families in 64 just before I got out of the Navy. 

My first Love and Sex relation. 

J.C., got me laid the first time then it was Geisha Girls and Japan. The Mauna Kea was home ported in Yokosuka Japan but we unloaded ammunitions to Guam, the Philippines ‘and other ports for 3 years coming home once a year to load more ammunition from around America. I Surfed Hawaii from 62 to 65 coming and going to West Pac.

Linda Metaxas lived next door to my Aunt Beverly and Uncle Richard . Aunty Bevs gardener died and she gave me his cottage in the back of the House

We moved to Saratoga when my Dad remarried Connie O’Leary when I was in the 2nd grade after being in foster homes for 3 years after my Mom Split to Organ with the logger Morgan. Connie's sister Beverly Locicicro and her husband Richard lived there and His family owned all the Orchards from Saratoga to Mt. View. 

We had a Hunting lodge in Morgan Hill in 5000 acres of BLM property, they Built the Saratoga Lanes Bowling Ally for us. They own Seaside Corp at the Boardwalk with the Capone’s. Uncle Richard and Mel Machado owned the Saratoga Drug Store with a Soda Fountain. Gee Aunty Bev and Uncle Richard had every kind of drug in their bathroom wow . We used to play at the Brass Knocker down the street later, with Paul The Duck Ziegler, Les Morgan, Billy Dean , Ken Randal, Pat Simmons, Jorma and others.


Weird Herald  is even more mysterious, but all the more interesting for that. Jorma Kaukonen had gotten his start in the South Bay folk scene, where he was friends with Garcia, Nelson and all the rest. Among his San Jose pals were guitarists Paul Ziegler and Billy Dean Andrus. Andrus, a transplant from Mississippi, was reputed to be one of the hot pickers in the South Bay. Weird Herald was the 1968-69 folk rock band started by Ziegler and Andrus. They played many "underground" gigs in San Jose, but little is known about them save for one 45, featuring some spacey acoustic fingerpicking. Supposedly Weird Herald recorded an unreleased album (for Onyx Records) but I don't know what it might have sounded like. Did Weird Herald even have a drummer? Were they planning to play an acoustic gig without a band? Were Jorma and Jack going to join in with Weird Herald? Ziegler was the guitarist with Hot Tuna in 1970, so that isn't such a stretch.

Unlike Jorma and Jack, Billy Dean Andrus remains an unheardlegend. After Weird Herald broke up, Andrus joined a San Jose group called Pachuco, featuring the even more legendary Skip Spence, and finally a Santa Cruz Mountains band called Mountain Current. In early November 1970, Andrus died of a drug overdose, supposedly after  a three-day party at a notorious biker hangout in the Santa Cruz Mountains. Jorma Kaukonen wrote "Ode To Billy Dean" (on Burgers) and still plays it to this day. One of Andrus's San Jose pals, Pat Simmons, had joined a band called The Doobie Brothers, and later dedicated the song "Black Water" to him, so Andrus's presence still resides with his friends. 


Brother Les Morgan told me He created the guitar song" Black Water" 


The Matrix owners recorded every show, although they did not preserve every tape due to the cost of recording tape at the time. We can only hope that some piece of Weird Herald's performance is still accessible.

Linda’s Mom gave her Birth control pills. I enrolled in West Valley Collage. On a trip down south to visit my Mom J.C., Tommy T.. Gary C.. Micheal B., Tom and Carol K. and me went to beer can beach to take
some LSD. My first Time. We heard about LSD in the Service when we were home ported in Port Chicago, Ammo dump near Concord. The Ark, A restaurant bar houseboat in Sausalito was known to be a source for
LSD we heard about in 63 as we had a few people on our ship desert to the land of the free. My friend Russo deserted after taking LSD, we used to sing do wop stuff with some black Bros. 

In 1964… I was home on leave just after Tommy T. and Johnny G. robbed the Hollywood Producer and got turned on to LSD while living at the French Quarter Anaheim Apartments. J.C. & Candy, John &Carol, and Eddy & Eileen lived there also at that Time. Michael B. brought me to John's apartment and asked if he had any acid left? John said no and started giving me shit about being a "baby killer". John just ripped off some folks with a gun and was calling me names?

Mike B. told me not to worry about it; John was weird. We left.

Anaheim Bros were smuggling pot in 62, running the boarder at T.J., before LSD.

J.C, had a Connection where he worked -- “The Old Man” who scored the first Bricks. JC sent me weed in Candy’s Panties during my enlistment in the Navy. Candy and I had a brief Love affair before J.C.
Shutes, J.C. Got busted for running the border and got 5 years in San Quentin from all these evil ass Laws later for WEED.

Bu,t hey enough of my getting laid. Well, the Far East has a different view of sex than us Catholics. Are you experienced? Well I am.

J.C. and Tommy T. brought some LSD up to Los Gatos in 65. Lil Bill and Virgie were visiting from Beal Air force Base by Marysville. We all dropped some acid and were tripping. Virgie started freaking out so Linda gave her a ride in the car to calm her down. A while later Linda came back and told us Virgie had gotten out of the car on the freeway. We were all freaking and up drives a police man with Virgie. The policeman said Jesus was looking for her, she was hiding behind a bush on the freeway. 

LSD was legal then. The policeman wanted to go inside to take the report. Buddy told him "no way". I could see him starting to get upset so I told him, "sure come on in would you like a coke or something to drink?" That calmed him right down so we went inside. The house was upside down, peanut and jelly sandwiches thrown on the wall and stuck there. There was a shoe box full of weed in the assortment of debris we turned the house into. 

He did his report and left. Ken R. and Don S. left with the LSD and ran into the woods. We lived in themountains in Los Gatos. Ken told us he could not find it after the cops came. J.C. wanted to kick his ass but I told him he probably lost it. Ken had found the LSD and passed it around the Magic Mountains later. 

We made the front page again for the San Jose Mercury for ‘Boy Girl Dope Party’.

Then Life magazine sent a reporter to interview us about LSD. We told them about self realization and a very spiritual trip we experienced while tripping. You can see the air, the sand, the ocean breathing like one cell, one singular moment attached to billions of universes then our world was a piece of sand on someone's leg at the beach. 

My Neighbor was the football coach at San Jose State Collage and had told my aunty Bev about the Sheldon Rd. house we rented. He came by a few days later. “You Made the Papers” then told me he and some friends have been taking LSD at Esalen in Big Sir for a few years now. Wow, we thought we were the first ones to experience self realization. Just goes to show you how we own the world when we are young.

Freddy and I decided to buy a lb. of some pot in Anaheim, so we went down to the San Jose freight yards. We walked to a line office and asked when the next freight was leaving to Los Angeles. He pointed to a train moving south and said that one. We jumped on a flatbed car into the back of some new pickup truck. Freddy Ray had his guitar and I had my harmonica and started jamming along. 

As we were cruzin by Hwy 101 the folks in the cars were waving to us and we waved back having a great time. We pulled into Castroville and stopped. I noticed two guys walking along the train looking all around. “Freddy let’s sit up here so they don’t think we are ripping off anything.” Freddy said “No lets hide duck down.” No way man; we had permission to ride this train. We are not doing anything wrong.

They were railroad detectives and arrested us for trespassing, because some big wig railroad director was riding the train and wanted to know what everyone was waving at. I kept telling them we had permission.
The “Ackerly Tunnel Express” on the front page of the San Jose Mercury described our little quest along 101. Oh boy. My family was well known in San Jose area and they had a good laugh, gave us informal probation for trespassing. I told them I had permission, I asked the man? What’s up? Where is the Justice here? 

After Sheldon Rd. we had the band "Morning Rain" play at a party at our house in Saratoga and, Gary C. and Patty, and Judy Boston were up visiting from Anaheim. The Chockalott Watchband came by to check out David A. the singer. He was in my science and dramas class at West Valley. 

We turned on people to DMT and pot in a closet painted psychedelic with flying saucers. Flow was the only one of the Chockalott Watchband that turned on that night. I was in my bed with Judy Boston and Linda showed up. Oh Boy, end of relationship. Judy came up with Gary and Jayne. I knew her from Anaheim. 

I saw a Vision during one of our acid trips that told me to go to Mexico to surf and left in my Woody with Tommy T, Joe Hazlet and John Lochay. The busts came down in Anaheim while we were gone.
Tripping was in; the universe was One.

Brotherhood Of Eternal Love

THE BROTHERHOOD CAME TOGETHER IN 1957 FROM FREMONT JR HI AND LATER ANAHEIM HIGH, AS THE BLUE JACKETS IN HIGH SCHOOL, THE OUTCASTS, STREET SWEEPERS, AMBLERS, THEN THE BEL. THE BROTHERHOOD BOND OF LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP -- ONE FOR ALL ALL FOR ONE -- WAS CARRIED OVER THROUGH FROM SCHOOL AND SPORTS TO DRUGS AND HEROIN. THE DRUG TRIP TO THE LSD TRIP. 

J.C. TUNNEL GAVE HIS BROTHER TOMMY AND COUSIN JOHN THE GUN TO PROCURE THE FIRST LSD DOSES BY RIP OFF. NO ONE KNOWS THIS INFO AT THIS TIME. JOHN'S NEW BABY ATE THE FIRST DOSE. JOE BUFFALO TOLD ME JOHN HAD THE GUN POINTED TO HIS TEMPLE HE WAS SO DISTRAUGHT AND SCARED. JOE TOLD JOHN TO TRY IT FIRST. J.C. DROPPED THE FIRST DOSE ACCORDING TO JOE BUFFALO AND MIKE BEASON AND TOLD JOHN IT WAS GOD. 

THERE ARE SO MANY STORIES ABOUT THE BEGINNING OF THE BEL IN THE LATE 50's AND EARLY 60's. THE ONES THAT CAME AFTER DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT US AND WROTE SOME FUNNY, NOT REAL STUFF IN THEIR BOOKS. 

A FEW ARE TRYING TO WRITE OUR HISTORY FOR THEIR PERSONAL GRATIFICATION AND PROFIT AT THE EXPENSE OF THE ORIGINAL BEL BROS. 

THE AQUARIAN TEMPLE BEL IS A BROTHERHOOD OF ETERNAL LOVE BRANCH IN THE HAIGHT. THE FIRST HIPPIE MINISTERS ON TV AND THE NEWSPAPERS.

I CAME TO THE HAIGHT FROM PASADENA AS A FUGITIVE FOR NOT CUTTING MY HAIR AND RIDING A FREIGHT TRAIN.
I OWNED THE "EUPHORIA COFFEE GALLERY" WITH BOB THOMAS, BUDDY MORGAN AND OWSLEY.  WE PLANNED THE "LOVE INS" THERE AND TRIED BEAR'S NEW ACID.

THE "AQUARIAN TEMPLE BEL" WAS FOR THE WANTED BROS THAT HAD TO LEAVE AND HIDE OUT FROM THE BUST IN ANAHEIM BY THE 1ST SNITCHES.

MOST OF THE NEW BEL ASSOCIATES FROM BUENA PARK, MODJESKA CANYON CHURCH, AND LAGUNA MYSTIC ARTS WORLD FOLKS NEVER KNEW WHO I WAS, AS I WAS USING THE NAME 'CHRIS WHEAT', AND THAT WAS BEFORE THEIR TIME WITH THE ORIGINAL BROTHERS FROM ANAHEIM, 1957.

THE TRUE STORY OF THE BEL BROS IS FAR FROM OUT AS MOST OF THE INFO COMES FROM RATS, RIP OFFS, LAMES, SHOPKEEPERS, AND COPS.

NOT ONE OF THE ORIGINAL BROS HAS BEEN INTERVIEWED YET BY ANYONE BUT ME, AND IM NOT GIVING THEM UP YET.

EVERYONE THAT BELIEVES IN HARMONY WITH NATURE, PEACE AND LOVE ON EARTH, THAT DOES GOOD , IS THE BROTHERHOOD OF ETERNAL LOVE. WE ARE ALL ONE IN THE SAME POND AND CAN CO-CREATE A BEAUTIFUL REALITY IN THIS BEAUTIFUL PLACE.
THE UNIVERSE HAS NATURAL DIVINE LAW AND ORDER AND WANTS GOOD FOR ITSELF. THE MAJORITY OF FOLKS HERE WANT GOOD FOR US ALL. YOU CAN NOT POOP FOOD AND EAT POOP. NOT ONE MEMBER OF THE CLASS OF '57, THE ORIGINAL BEL HAS BEEN INTERVIEWED. WE DID NOT HAVE RIPS AND SNITCHES TILL WE STARTED GROWING OUTSIDE OUR CIRCLE. 

THERE ARE REAL BROTHERS THAT CAME AFTER AND THERE ARE HOLLOW ONES WITH NO LOVE IN THEM, ONLY $$$$$. WE CAN SEE NOW BY THEIR ACTIONS WHAT THEY ARE. EVERYTHING IS PERFECT, CREATED BY THE UNIVERSE AND WILL NEVER STOP BEING PERFECT. ALL THAT HAS HAPPENED IS FOR OUR EXPERIENCES. WE ARE HERE TO LEARN, LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE AND BE HAPPY TILL THE LAST BREATH. BEL IS THE SUN GOD OF AFGHANISTAN. THE BEL OF HARMONY WITH NATURE AND PEACE ON EARTH IS RINGING. 

JOIN US. 

Peaceout, 
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Hunter Thompson wrote, "History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of 'history' it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened."

This they tell, and whether it happened so or not I do not know; 
but if you think about it, you can see that it is true. --Black Elk

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We moved to Saratoga when my Dad remarried Connie O’Leary when I was in the 2nd grade after being in foster homes for 3 years after my Mom Split to Organ with the logger Morgan. Connie's sister Beverly Locicicro and her husband Richard lived there and His family owned all the Orchards from Saratoga to Mt. View. 

We had a Hunting lodge in Morgan Hill in 5000 acres of BLM property, they Built the Saratoga Lanes Bowling Ally for us. They own Seaside Corp at the Boardwalk with the Capone’s.
 Uncle Richard and Mel Machado owned the Saratoga Drug Store with a Soda Fountain. 
Gee Aunty Bev and Uncle Richard had every kind of drug in their bathroom wow .
 We used to play music in 65 at the Brass Knocker down the street later, with Paul The Duck Ziegler, Les Morgan, Buddy Holly, Ken Randal, Pat Simmons, Jorma and others.

My first real Girlfriend, Linda Metaxas lived next door to my Aunt Beverly and Uncle Richard Locicicro. Aunty Bevs gardener died and she gave me his cottage in the back of the House

. I enrolled in West Valley Collage J.C. and Tommy T. brought some LSD up to Los Gatos in 65. Lil Bill and Virgie were visiting from Beal Air force Base by Marysville. We all dropped some acid and were tripping. Virgie started freaking out so Linda gave her a ride in the car to calm her down. A while later Linda came back and told us Virgie had gotten out of the car on the freeway. We were all freaking and up drives a police man with Virgie. The policeman said Jesus was looking for her, she was hiding behind a bush on the freeway. 

LSD was legal then. The policeman wanted to go inside to take the report. Buddy told him "no way". I could see him starting to get upset so I told him, "sure come on in would you like a coke or something to drink?" That calmed him right down so we went inside. The house was upside down, peanut and jelly sandwiches thrown on the wall and stuck there. There was a shoe box full of weed in the assortment of debris we turned the house into. 

He did his report and left. Ken R. and Don S. left with the LSD and ran into the woods. We lived in the mountains on Sheldon rd.in Los Gatos. Ken told us he could not find it after the cops came. J.C. wanted to kick his ass but I told him he probably lost it. Ken had found the LSD and passed it around the Magic Mountains later. 

We made the front page again for the San Jose Mercury for ‘Boy Girl Dope Party’.

Then Life magazine sent a reporter to interview us about LSD. We told them about self realization and a very spiritual trip we experienced while tripping. You can see the air, the sand, the ocean breathing like one cell, one singular moment attached to billions of universes then our world was a piece of sand on someone's leg at the beach. 

My Neighbor was the football coach at San Jose State Collage and had told my aunty Bev about the Sheldon Rd. house we rented. He came by a few days later. “You Made the Papers” then told me he and some friends have been taking LSD at Esalen in Big Sir for a few years now. Wow, we thought we were the first ones to experience self realization. Just goes to show you how we own the world when we are young.

Freddy and I decided to buy a lb. of some pot in Anaheim, so we went down to the San Jose freight yards. We walked to a line office and asked when the next freight was leaving to Los Angeles. He pointed to a train moving south and said that one. We jumped on a flatbed car into the back of some new pickup truck. Freddy Ray had his guitar and I had my harmonica and started jamming along. 

As we were cruzin by Hwy 101 the folks in the cars were waving to us and we waved back having a great time. We pulled into Castroville and stopped. I noticed two guys walking along the train looking all around. “Freddy let’s sit up here so they don’t think we are ripping off anything.” Freddy said “No lets hide duck down.” No way man; we had permission to ride this train. We are not doing anything wrong.

They were railroad detectives and arrested us for trespassing, because some big wig railroad director was riding the train and wanted to know what everyone was waving at. I kept telling them we had permission.
The “Ackerly Tunnel Express” on the front page of the San Jose Mercury described our little quest along 101. Oh boy. My family was well known in San Jose area and they had a good laugh, gave us informal probation for trespassing. I told them I had permission, I asked the man? What’s up? Where is the Justice here? 

After Sheldon Rd. we had the band "Morning Rain" play at a party at our house in Saratoga and, Gary C. and Paty, and Judy B. were up visiting from Anaheim. The Chockalott Watchband came by to check out David A. the singer. He was in my science and dramas class at West Valley. 

We turned on people to DMT and pot in a closet painted psychedelic with flying saucers. Flow was the only one of the Chockalott Watchband that turned on that night. I was in my bed with Judy Boston and Linda showed up. Oh Boy, end of relationship. Judy came up with Gary and Jayne. I knew her from Anaheim. 

I saw a Vision during one of our acid trips that told me to go to Mexico to surf and left in my Woody with Tommy T, Joe Hazlet and John Lochay. The busts came down in Anaheim while we were gone.
Tripping was in; the universe was One.