Big Sur Harvest Festival...............  

tmorethorhor1111 92M
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9/19/2005 12:04 pm

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Big Sur Harvest Festival...............


'76'mid October,full moon week end.Only once a year and what a year to remember.So,there's this little hippie dude,we'll call him Pat,cause that's his name.He has a compound 2 miles up to the top of mountain off Highway One near Gorda,an hours drive below Big Sur.With his 27 wives,too many children to count,and a small troop of growers,he is prepaid by dubious under world characters for his time and effort.....So folks from all over the planet travel to this pristine eden of the westcoast.On average,6 to 7 hundred party peakers at any given time.Pat looks like a leprechaun as he stalks the revelers with a leather flask filled with pineapple juice and 100 hits of LSD window pane,"Just a sip mind you.."he echos offering up this potion of emotion.It's Saturday night,full moon and wilder than my dreams.People dancing naked,people making out in the dirt,drummers drumming,bonfire blazing.Pats' leutenants are designate wine barers,one of his tribe of kids (about11)is cruising the crowd with spleefs as big as your arm.Rolled from giant zig zag papers from Big Bamboo album,Chech and Chong,if you can imagine it,I'm sure it happened.There's even 2 of the county sheriffs on property to ensure the roads don't get blocked off in case of emegancies,it's reaching a fevored pitch,when I'm finally offered a swig of pine juice,tilting my heab way back trying to get a sip,nothing,handing it back to pat he assures me there is indeed some left.I give it another try and sure enough my tounge collides with pulp,so I thought.There's something on my tounge that won't go down so I extract it only to find a clear gel filmish,best I can describe it is it looks like the liner inside the twist off quart beer bottle cap,hold it up to the light and figure,what the hay,must be pulp,so down it goes.About an hour goes by and a team of growers arrive on horse back leading pack mules loaded down plants two stories in length,dumping 3 sixteen foot females on the fire as sacrifice to the hemp gods,they proceed to dump around 2olbs of buds on the ground for all to have.There I am,pockets full,jean legs and boots stuffed full,shirt bulging with dope,when a woman crosses in front of the fire carrying the kid with the bamboo joint.What I see is a burnt and charded little kid in her arms, She's screaming for help so I assume the worst,good god!,he fell into the fire and is dead!!!!Seams I forgot he was a black kid.I start tripping really hard running around histerical trying to convince people we need emergancy assistance,don't recall much after that.Came to about 4days later at home without a clue.Seems I was found by friends flat on my back staring at the stars.They tossed me in back of pick up,hauling me back to town once the party was over.Don't know where I went but glad to be back,still can't figure out why everybody seems so strange!!!!!!!!!!!Later D.

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