It was 1969 and I had just returned to Grand Rapids (Mich.) from getting my ass kicked in the Aug. 1969 SDS riot in Chicago. I lived with a houseful of street hippies on the ghetto-ey south-east side of GR. A few days after getting bailed out of Cook County jail and making my way home the group headed downtown to hustle spare change and look for dope. I was still rattled from my experience in jail as Chitown's finest had clearly made known their distaste for bacon jokes. Besides, I had a couple hits of blotter acid stashed and looked forward
to sitting home and tripping alone. After a bit I was enjoying the paisley walls when I heard a knock on the door. I peeked around the curtain to see 4 plainclothes cops standing on the porch. Buzinga! Instant panic. I opened the door and had my shit together enough to ask for ID before I'd let them in. The lead guy flashed his creds and I was able to read his name - Sgt. Pepper from the Grand Rapids vice squad.
BigSteve.
to sitting home and tripping alone. After a bit I was enjoying the paisley walls when I heard a knock on the door. I peeked around the curtain to see 4 plainclothes cops standing on the porch. Buzinga! Instant panic. I opened the door and had my shit together enough to ask for ID before I'd let them in. The lead guy flashed his creds and I was able to read his name - Sgt. Pepper from the Grand Rapids vice squad.
BigSteve.
now all i need is your bank account details and were good to go 
