i was playing the pins in the back and these hippies came in with a lot of patchouli oil in the air and unplugged my machine with a bunch of free games on it. they paid me back many years later with a bunch of free tickets and such. A friend, Vince ended up playing drums for them as I guess Kreutzman must have been late for the first show or some such. I never remember smelling patchouli oil again without remembering passing those fine long dress dressed chicks that afternoon. peace and love..
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