cock the hammer


It was me, doctor jay, and kimberly, our host. This incidentally was my first experience with Tequiza by the way, still at least a decade from making an official splash in the united states. You'll recall that Ronald Reagan was running things, and Oliver North was in the frying pan that summer. He always reminded me of Henry Rollins for some reason.
Well anyways, we were going to this party in the hills somewhere, north of Palo Alto and south of San Francisco. I was already about 2 days familiar with the difference between California Green and New Hampshire Flat grass. It was a teenager's dream you might say. As an adult i have a hard time really really remembering just how impressive it all was, but my mental picture of it all is still strong enough to make me smile as i write about it.
This was a party at one of those Northern California Hillside homes, you know, the rich dad with the hot daughters and the cool bro's hanging around by the bbq. Vintage porsche in the driveway. Everybody's got surfboards and skateboards around the house. it's like, 65 and it's march.

after smoking a bunch of joints and having a few pints of the bathtub tequiza, we all piled into this one dude's International Scout, (california style, no doors, no top, kind of yellow or something, nice stereo, roll bar, etcetera) and we took off for a ride to some make out spot away from the house and up in the hills.
While we were going there, you know, of course it's real twisty mountain roads and all that, real beautiful style, and the music is great, even if i can't remember what it was, i'm sure it was great, because everyone in the truck was pretty cool, and what the hell? Why wouldn't cool people be rocking the cool tunes when they're 17?
So anyway, the dude driving, he's all, "check it out man, we're driving braille." And then he closed his eyes and just drifted to the center line where they have all them dots you know, the reflective ones, except this was mid eighties, so they weren't reflective yet, they were just like round plastic buttons in the road. yellow, sure, but not reflectors. And then he just drove along following the bumps with the wheels and his eyes closed while we hooted and hollared like maniacs standing in the back holding the roll bar.

these photos are about the events that opened my month of march.
Also, here is a little story that derin thorpe told outside Piano's in the LES tonight. It's about The Fonz.
dTown | 40˚ | listening to Cypress Hill
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be cool. You were looking good last baby yeah
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