"Just take a hit", Matt said. There I was, nearly 900 miles away from my city of Atlanta, and I was taking a puff a weed with my main man Matt, which is something I just started two days prior. I wasn’t into the whole "hippy" scene, but I had to live for once in my life. I had to have this memory if being alive so, when my son got older he would not say his old man wasn’t always a square. I was at Woodstock, it was 1969, and I was a twenty-six years old. I had been in my law program for a year and a half, and I wasn’t too much of a partygoer. Truth be told, I was a stiff, but the journey to me hitting that marijuana joint at this concert was as trippy as my mind after hitting it a few times. On the fourteenth of August, I was winding down …show more content…
"Hello, is this the jive turkey express, or are you just unhappy with life", Matt asked when I picked up the phone. "What do you want man," I asked. "I wanted to see if you wanted to road trip with me man? It 's this concert that got everyone talking. It’s called Woodstock, and Jimi gone be there. Were you trying to slide with me. I already got the tickets", Matt proclaimed. "I don’t know Matt, man. It 's not my type of crowd. I might stay …show more content…
"No, you dragged me here so we 're going. I 've almost gotten arrested, and I got robbed, all because of you", I answered back harshly. "Well, you the one who fell for googly eyes! She robbed us blind!", Matt answered. "You know what? Why are we arguing? It 's not going to fix nothing. We might as well slide to the concert, and have a good time. Matt thought and agreed. He told me to stop the car once again, and when I did, he got out, and grabbed something that was under hidden in a compartment he had built in. It was his own stash of herb and beer. He looked at me and said "What 's a good time without Mary Jane and Budweiser". So, there we were. We had finally made it the concert, and with our luck we would still get to see Jimi perform. It was around six o ' clock when we arrived. It had just got done raining, but the people were still up and alive. I was getting drunk and high for the first time in public. I felt like this was a trip well paid off, and no jive turkey sucker couldn’t stop me from enjoying myself. Besides, I had the realization of going back to school later, so I enjoyed it. We partied all night, but Jimi wasn’t coming on until morning due to rain, and we had to leave. It was eight o ' clock in the morning, and I was woke up to