...anyway it was a hot summer night around 7 and my friend
Dave and me were headed to a concert downtown.
Jethro Tull and Black Oak Arkansas, I think.
Whatever, it was a shitty concert.
So there we were in his little baby blue
Volkswagon with about 3 rolled joints.
We're doing about 75 down the interstate
headed for the auditorium and I'm
lightin' up and we're toking and passing
a joint back in forth...
Pretty soon,
up along his side and
my side, there were the Hells Angels.
And they're pointing at
us and trying to get our attention.
Well...
you don't ignore the fuckin' Hells Angels when
you're in a sissy-ass Volkswagon, you know?
And you don't try to outrun 'em or
be a smart-ass when you're 17.
Dave is like, "oh shit...!"
I'm like, "no shit...!"
We rounded the bend on the
interstate with a biker escort that wouldn't
leave and I said, "Maybe we should offer the pot!"
Dave's like, "yeah offer the pot....fast...!!!"
So I lean out my window to offer
a joint to this biker and he moved in right
and takes it..." Then he pulls back,
and starts grinning and kinda high-fives'
it with an okay and Dave gets
a charge out of the deal...and laughs
his ass off...
Okay, I yelled, "give that biker on your side
a joint..."
So Dave reaches out and hands
the biker on his side a joint.
Wind's blowing, music's blaring
on a summer night in a little baby blue Volkswagon,
and we're laughing and losing our pot
to the Hell's Angels.
Finally, they pulled in front and
took off with about 10 more of
them behind us, pulling up and around
to take off for the high country,
I suppose.
As for a shitty concert and losing
our pot and damn near our lives,
well,
we just kept on smilin'....
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xn36r6sbkds"]YouTube- Wet Willie (Keep On Smiling)[/ame]
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