One of our neighbors was a young couple from Ohio, Ted and his lady friend, Alice, who he treated terribly. They had a hell of a time getting their tent set up because they each worked on a different part and were getting nowhere fast. She kept trying to move onto the next part before they got one thing done and he would yell at her to vent his frustration. Then they had this huge canopy monstrosity to deal with. Fumo and I helped out and we soon learned Ted was an entrepreneur. He was selling grams of weed, some of which had hash oil spilt on them, which he saw as a commodity.
Upon completion of our camp’s set-up, Fumo sat back in his legless chair, facing the traffic lane, and began to fire up his pipe as concert-goers continued to file in with no knowledge of how security worked. I grew a little antsy with the brazenness of his lifestyle and not knowing the limits to which laws were enforced. No band of interest to us was starting up so we hung out as time passed and relaxed. Eventually, Fumo made the acquaintance of a young traveling salesman. Fumo bought some weed off him, and then he hung out as they smoked and chatted together. Before long, a young fellow wearing big, white shades asked if they would smoke him out. It turned out he was a businessman himself, dealing in Molly particularly. Numbers were exchanged for potential transactions.
Fumo and I packed up the car and decided to go exploring. Many kids and those technically of adult age were letting their freak flags fly as they dressed in multi-colored counterculture and pro-drug shirts, some augmented with a fine layer of dirt. We walked along and discovered different sections of vendors to complement the lifestyle: sellers of glass pipes, t-shirts, stickers, clothing, and food and beverages of different flavors, although you needed to keep an eye out on what the sun had been beating down and what the bugs were finding, but most things were pretty sanitary.
The pat down into the official staging area took a while as people learned what they could bring in. Chairs of a certain height, food and drink that was sealed, even beer surprisingly enough, yet different attendants had different rules and different levels of intensity in their search. A few who were careless and reckless had their pot and paraphernalia thrown out. I was surprised more people didn’t do better reconnaissance, but plenty of people were able to bypass the system.
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