It was about 10pm at night, sometime in November of 1986. My friend Kirk and I were walking East on Haight Street near Clayton when a shadowy figure approached, walking Westbound.
"Do you now where to get any speed?" the figure asked.
"No", we responded, recognizing immediately the figure.
"Shit, I was hoping you did. Do you want to smoke a bowl?" The shadowy figure asked
We immediate proceed to his home on wheels, a 1960's school bus vaguely resembling "Furthur"
We climbed aboard where were graced with some fine Humboldt greenbud and serenaded by our unlikely hero:
It was a dream come true for 1 hour.