1969

I don’t want to call you “dude” or  “peeps” or think of you as being “part of my hood.”  I will never put a  smiley face at the end of a sentence or a big red heart, and I am definitely not getting a tatoo. When I was young I lived on the north shore of Oahu one winter. Next door was a house full of surfers that  lived on granola and LSD. There was an older guy who seemed to be their “guru”  preaching peace, love and psychedelics. I had a hard time taking him seriously because of the playboy bunny tatoo on his arm. Right then I decided I  didn’t ever want to  make that kind of commitment. It was an exciting winter watching the boys surf pipeline then come home and ohm.