It was a sunny paisley laid back sunny California day

It was a sunny, paisley, laid back sunny day. Charley the palmist and I were splitting a bong of golden hash, when in flew in a dozen or so ,what seemed to be meth heads, moving like crawly things over a plate of crispy creme doughnuts.

The leader, a wiry, brute like, charismatic guy says, after his crew made several end runs, in and thru all my small concealable items, is that hash you’re smoking?

Sensing the bubble charley and I seemed to be glued in, I said, sure, have a hit. He, graciously, almost timidly, said thank, you as if astonished by the generously offered sacrament. I apolegitically retorted, sure, but your crew here is stealing everything they can grab, and I have to drive a cab all night, to make sure this stuff is here for the people like you ,who need it.

He snapped his fingers and said, pay the man his money. The dozen or so, each reeled out a roll almost too thick to rubber band down, not singles, but hundreds. They paid me probably several hundred, nearly a thousand dollars.

In 1969 dollars, this was 8 months rent, and i later told charlie,few hits of hash filled the cash register,maybe i'm in the wrong business.

Somehow since it was an astrological supply store , the question of his birthday came up during the small talk you engage in while holding your nose, keeping in the smoke,while seeming interested ,he was a Scorpio 8 of clubs, same as me , I showed him my drivers license, SAME EXACT BIRTHDAY, he and his crew started bobbing up and down again, like some fat rabaii's ogling teen age nymphos sucking popsicles.

I immediately understood his set of prison ethics, which is You are good to me, you’re my brother to the end ,screw me , and I will do what it takes to bring you down, even if it means I fall with you ,I passed his test. We were flat. I was genuinely impressed with this test of character,

As he and his crew, all gushy, over our connection, started to depart,i asked the unmasked man his name, He said Charley manson, yours, thanks again for the hash, first ive had since the joint, so long ben.

In the Chateau Marmont cottages, of which Timeless abutted, lived intergral ,interchangeable, parts for the big strip rock bands of the 60’s.

The infamous “Musicians contact service", was on the other side of me , whereas almost every top band of the day, went there to get extras and sideman and ususally frequented my store,signing the wall, and giving the tourist bus , a big thrill.sometimes leaving a half naked groupie on the floor with 2 straws ,one famous guitar player left unnamed left on ounce of pure cocaine in a bag with a gun .

The Musicians contact Service was the spawning sexpool for Rodney on the rock” he mastered his role of" Mayor of the sunset strip" and parlayed it to a sex machine,promising access to the throngs of drooling groupies in thongs eager to be a doormat for any famous rock star that had one last splash of semen

The scrumptous daughter of a VERY FAMOUS movie studio owner lived there with the bands, as a lick toy, there were countless waves, of delicious little hippies ,floating in and out bearing their favors for a joint or invite to anything with someone from the hip contigent,yo do ANYTHING.

Something like Arab heaven if your dumb enough to blow yourself up.

The blow yourself up cure for the middle east, should be, acid- lsd25, and mini skirts,lots of food and music,include of course incense,with a zawahiri pinata, that says hey muhammad, fuck these mullahs we want it now.after a week so will the mullahs

Back to the girl, she agreed to submit to my ambitious plan for her ecstasy, but only in a group setting, so I said sure, where? anything, thinking my buddy larry geller, Elvises barber,who takes us his high school buddies, up to the secret house, above laurel canyon near hollywood blvd, to witness the Elvis parade of cold hard beautiful pussy, like the world to this point, had never seen.

She said big partys at Sebring’s I think I’ll get the address to you tomorrow.

I thought about it for a while ,genitals throbbing, salivatimg like a fat girl on a éclair, finally reasoning , Sebring is my barber,when I go, larry works there,there will be gay guys galore, better pass on this would you call me lucky?? or lazy???