artwork by & music purchased by KaliMarcum

and on day we had heard there was going to be a march, but the basis of the reason escapes me... marching down Haight street...
so we follow all those that got in the march down Haight and probally fueled by the infamous greasy fish n' chips..Bart and i somehow ended up in the front-not sure how....where the Golden Gate Park was blocked by the s.f.p.d. IN FULL RIOT GEAR...it was a stand-off ..some yelling and cops yelling to disperse by bulllhorn...this went on for a while then they threw and i quote Bart.."look there are some , smoke bombs..let's throw the back~!!!~"
Made sense at the moment....so we both went to go grab one to throw back......
not smoke...but tear gas....we were both gone...eyes and nose running and burning...someone's yelling don't rub your eyes...don't-will make it worse~!!!~ so like sheep, nice people led us away....all i remember is a nasty burning sinsation with every breath...so as we were led thru the crowd...we ending up somewhere where they rinsed our eyes untill we were somewhat back to normal...i thing we went on to some people we knew typical 3 story victorian walk up....we were kids...these people, a husband and wife and a guy were alot older...they used the expression "he's a head" alot, meaning cool....Bart and i thought it a dumb expression and wondered how he knew who was a "head" since we ourselves didn't consider him one. I think his wife was just there. Their room mate was this big biker guy, all leather, scary looking-(our first lesson-don't judge a book by it's cover) but very kind and friendly...and less apt to judge someone met to see if he met "head: criteria...needless to say there was a haze of smoke in the room......
not exactly complimenting our tear-gassed eyes.....we left later after it seemed like we couldn't follow whatever was being said and i think we had deluxe headaches......so ended the "Haight-Ashbury riots"........i will return with another escapade tommorow or where-ever my aimless mind wanders
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