Hippies

Tonight at dinner Cindy and I started discussing the fact that her father used to work on a Swiss freighter in the late 60's and that he once was docked in San Fransisco for a break. This lead us to start on the topic of Pee-chooly oil and hippies. Now the first part of our discussion revolved around the disgusting scent emitted by this foul concoction. Especially when mixed with the stench of an unshowered human body that's been following around some band on the aforementioned person's parents' dime. (as was the case in the late 80's and early 90's) A fair haired college girl with dreadlocks is not Rasta, is not cool, is not av ante garde. It's just plain dirty. And as for the "hippie" movement of the 60's? Well, we commonly see these people in our society today. They are unclean, unshaven, dressed in tattered garb and usually under the influence of some mind altering substance. Yes, they are called Bums. Or homeless people. We don't call them hippies anymore. And if they are lucky, they live in a van down by the river. Just like that "hippie" friend of yours that was always trying to get enough gas money and weed together to make it to the next Dead show.