When I was sixteen three hippies cared for me. Dawn, Pete and Clint. Dawn made sure I always had somewhere to sleep and eat. Pete gave me advice about women and protected me from angry strangers. Clint knew about how the ancients worshipped Oak trees and spoke to me on wisdom, never saying the same story twice. Here's one:
"In the South I was riding the bus across country. I made it into deep Mississippi. There was a night where I had to wait for a connecting line and I was all by myself. I was sitting in this bus station. So the way they had it set up then was that the buiding had a wall in the middle of it and two doors were outside to get in. One side was for blacks and the other side was only for whites. I was all alone on my side and it was completely still.
I could hear music from the other side. There were four guys in there with a guitar; they were singing and laughing and I remember feeling really left out. And I really wanted to go over there and be a part of it."
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