Confession: I went to see Dead And Company last summer in Herseypark, PA. I did it for a girl. The tailgate scene was fun, but the show itself was aural Valium. But I did what I had to do. I know maybe five Dead tunes, and they didn't play any of those.
I always kind of liked Deadheads back in the day, though. I used to work with a major Deadhead who had the best acid, and he was practically giving it away, too. He had these sugar cubes, the little square ones, triple-dipped, so each one was three doses, and he sold them for a buck apiece. I bought thirty of them, my friends and I were tripping balls for a month and a half. Not that shitty microdot acid, but the real shit.
I ate around half of one at work, first thing in the morning, and I was totally useless all day. I was working with a guy, and he had to wash some big stupid truck. I was just sitting around, smoking cigarettes and grinning like a retard. I kept crimping the hose, and he was getting all annoyed, not knowing what was going on. Then, just like in a cartoon, he held the nozzle up to his eyeball to see what the obstruction was. I let the hose go, and it was totally hilarious. I mean I was laughing like an imbecile for hours, to the point where the foreman asked what the hell was wrong with me. Good times.