I think it’ll be more organic than that kinda like Morrison’s site in Père Lachaise, Paris. We smoked a hashy, drank a bottle of Cotè du Rhone and smashed it on his headstone, as is the local custom.
I think it’ll be more organic than that kinda like Morrison’s site in Père Lachaise, Paris. We smoked a hashy, drank a bottle of Cotè du Rhone and smashed it on his headstone, as is the local custom.
we went after it was closed and had to hop the fence. smoked the hash, skipped the drank so we didn’t get arrested.
Not getting arrested is a good idea when out of the country. Even France. I got entirely too close during my year with “not much to do but just hang around…”
robbed a laudromat in nice “accidentally”. got hemmed up in germany for skipping subway fares. laughed at the cop who was adament i pay the fine buddy, i wont be back for a minute so im sure the limit will be long passed.
International travel in 1991 was shockingly naive, if not outright innocent. It was also a hell of a lot of fun.
I was a multi skipper in the Metro. Never had the same address twice or pleaded ignorance if they didn’t speak English.