The heavy clouds refuse to give up the content of their character. The lawn is brown dead.

The heavy clouds refuse to give up the content of their character. The lawn is brown dead.
“She’s in a better place than you and me, man. Keep on tokin’ and you will be together again — that’s all I can say. — Bongo Baldecki.”
Welcome to the Snake Pit, a hippie settlement of busted trailers and tarpaper shacks, home to drifters, drug addicts, artists, poets, thieves, psychos…
We bathed in the Pacific Ocean. We bummed money for food from rich people coming out of George’s Market. Movie stars used to stop there on their way home to Malibu.