Be the first one on your block to have your boy shipped home in a box

So, earlier tonight I downloaded the first album recorded by Country Joe and the Fish. This was one of the albums I used to listen to in my walk in closet that I had converted into my hippie pad back when I was in high school which was complete with beaded curtains, psychedelic posters, black light, and cushions all over the floor, this was one of the albums I used to listen to while smoking Lucky Strikes and pretending I was smoking grass ...

And that reminds me of the time that Wesley from across the street read somewhere that you could get high from smoking tea leaves. So one afternoon after school Wesley from across the street and I decided we would smoke tea leaves in my walk in closet/hippie pad. Wesley from across the street had a cigarette rolling machine ... a what???
And he rolled us a cigarette filled with tea leaves.
We lit it up, and and and and and ...
It was god awful and the smell was enough to kill cockroaches.
Oh, I forgot to mention that my old man was home at the time.

Old man: What the hell is that smell?
Me: Ummmmm, it's incense.
Old man: My god, it smells awful.
Me: Yeah, I know, I'll never buy any of that stuff again!

And that also reminds me of the time that Wesley from across the street got his hands on a stag movie and we decided to watch it up in my walk in closet/hippie pad after school on the rickety old 8 millimeter projector that my parents had gotten for me used for my birthday a couple years before along with a used 8mm movie camera which I always thought was a terrible birthday present, because it wasn't actually for me, it was actually for them, ok, it was actually for me, but it was for me to take movies whenever they wanted movies taken, you know what I mean.

Parents: Hey, bozzie, come down here and take some movies of your niece and nephew, they look so cute.
Me: Awwwwwwwwwwwww, I can't, I'm doing homework ...

Actually, I was probably looking through the curtains and trying to catch a glimpse of Marilyn with the big boobs, and I mean big boobs, changing clothes in her bedroom which I had a perfect view of from my bed room, yeah.

So anyway, Wesley from across the street and I decided to watch the stag film, and I guess I should mention that most stag films were from the late 40s or early 50s and the women had pendulous breasts, and hairy, I mean really hairy bushes, and yeah, I think we called them bushes back then, and the women had stretch marks and caked make-up, and they were generally very un-attractive but compared to the men ...
The men in stag films were always short and very swarthy, with greased backed hair, and pencil thin mustaches, and floppy schlongs, and ...
They always kept their socks on, their black socks on, their black socks with bad elastic that caused them to roll down around their ankles ...

So, I threaded the film and turned on the rickety old projector, and you wouldn't believe just how much noise one of those projectors made.
CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK,

Oh yeah, I should probably mention that my old man was home.

Old man: What's that noise?
Me: Oh, me and Wesley from across the street are watching a home movie.
Old Man: Can, I come up and watch?
Me: Ahhhhhhh, errrrrrrrrrrrr, ummmmmmmmmmmm, NO, it's a home movie of Wesley from across the street when he was a baby and he's kind of embarrassed!

So, yeah, Country Joe and the Fish, great album.