So there we were sitting on a railroad track
Smoking a Cheech and Chong joint
Not one of those skunk piss ones
Nor a Thai one hitters in a wine filled bong
But a foot long rolling paper from "Big Bamboo"
This joint takes at least a cleaned oz, no sticks
To light one had best use a blow torch, on low
We put a plastic space helmet over our head
Connect a long tube, like that used by EMT's
Add a check valve and it defenatly
Ground control to Major Towns..
Along comes a two tone blue cruiser
With an wannabe dick we called Uncle Bill
"What do you two think you're doing???
Wanna take a hit you worthless loser???
Next thing we know we're wearing chrome
Tonight a cell will be our cold as hell home
Tomorrow we'll go before Judge Lacy
Who'll say how much we will atone...
Uncle told the Judge the chain of events
Called me up with my P.D. John Papa
I told him what I said word for word and why
Judge Lacy simply rolled his one good eye
Lectured Uncle Bill about stopping "Real" crime
Gave me and my friend a twenty dollar fine
Then said, Mr. Military get on out of here...
As we left the gallery burst into laughter...
So began the stoning of the summer of "1970"...
JJSweets 22Mar21 21:28 hrs
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