As I am about to slip beneath the fuckin waves of COLOR and GOD in about 25 minute’s. Because I dropped just ONE drop of “Owsley PURPLE” upon my tongue of tongues …Ok, maybe one or two. Who’s counting ...Ass Hole.

    “Quicksilver Messenger Service” just BLEW the speaker next to my left ear! Or, was that MY frickin ear?      

       God Damn.... that’s fuckin` LOUD!

      Terry yell’s back: ….. "NO SHIT! Turn it UP!"

      Terry say’s: "I wish that cat would shove that guitar bag up his ass, instead of in his mouth! I HATE THAT FUCKIN SHIT MAN!"

      I say: "What in the wide world of ass wipin` sports are you rebelling against?"

     He says: "What ya got?"

     Hey there me Bucko... what’s this new book of yours all about?

     I says, US …you fuckin asshole! What in the hell do ya think?

     You aint talking about us in the 70s are ya?

      I says: "FUCK YES!"

      He says: "Do you think today’s reader can handle such a trip as our Drug Run’s, Sex Run’s,  Band Fun, Sex Runs.
      Ah… Terry... you said Sex Runs twice! ...

     Well Don, I like the Sex Part the very best. 

      He does retort: "The Seventies"
      I only ask that they (that’s you the reader) stay seated till the ride has come to a complete stop, and they (still you) keep their hands and feet inside the ride at all times! Ha, Ha, GET IT?  ....It’s my own humor that get’s me.
        
   They are a bunch a pussies ya know.  I says: "PUSSIES?... Nawh you got it all wrong Terry".
    Here’s what it comes down to me Droogie.

   There is a bunch a folks out there that are our age, that missed all the fun, because they were to full a bullshit thinking that everything goin on was that San Francisco Hippie crap!

    By 1970, we were all cumin back from Nam. Stoned to the max and ready to get INVOLVED.

    I hate to use the word "party" as a verb. But we wanted to Party, Fuck real American girls with round eyes, Surf, Fuck, Party, do Drugs, Fuck….  And, enjoy the scene we were hearing about as new guys showed up in country!

We were ready for it too! Hell... we were already high! I mean.... REALLY HIGH!

The others are the folks that want to know what it was REALLY like. Cause they were born too late.  As we were observers then, we are reporters now.

Anyway…. Fuck that shit man… I’m getting off on the Owsley….

   Terry says: "wow man my head feels like it’s on a string and its floating three feet above my shoulders…

   Terry I says.... It is floating 3 feet above your shoulders!
Anywho… Donald L. Buford here… Along with Terry A. Smith. We are at the “Fix the Sync Productions" studios, Working on the ol' website here.

   Terry and I had so much fun from 1970 through 1978 with The Morison Smith Band. I cant believe we are still alive!  It should be illegal to have so much fun and still be conscience. By now... I’m sure it is!
 But …not in the 70s… Here we go!
You will be right there with us in every thing that happens from page one, till the trilogy end. As one of us in ever way, you will swear we all went to high school together. You will be sure we were all best friends. You may even swear you screwed my sister on Prom Night! (Most likely ya did!)

     It happens every time a story like this meets the lonely and abused that didn’t find the right door to happiness.  

     Nuff said.
                                               
     Enjoy …“Sex, Drugs and a Rock Band”              
                                                                           
     Peace!  Donald. L. Buford

 

  E mail me at sdaarb@verizon.net ill send you 10 free chapters.