So this is a storie of me. and the things i learned being a bad little kid. Okay so i grew up in the pacific northwest, two brothers a sister. I was about 11 when my sister ran away,wich is where my life as a hippie began. i was sleeping one night and had a dream of two guys, and wierd as it was thats all it was just two guys, bothe with long hair, dark, bothe just standing there. when i woke up i knew i would see them again, and they were such beautiful people that all i wanted to do was go back to sleep to see them again. somehow i could tell they were good people inside, even though i had never met them face to face. I was going to the vancouver school of arts and academics, my best friends name was faith, we were attached at the hip the whole year. come summer i had already been drunk for the first time and started smoking tobacco on a regular basis and been soned a few times. Summer had just started and i was going to the drum circle(wich was then held at waterworks park, it doesnt exist in my home town today). I sat down and smoked some pot with some kidz i had met a few weeks prior. i was so high all i wanted to do was go home, but i only mad it to the transit center before i started to get nautiouse. i went to the bathroom where i was sure i was going to get sick. standing by the toilet i crunched down, after a few moments i decided i wasnt going to get sick and stood up, next thing i know i was convulsing on the floor, my head hit the floor several times, wich was cement. i stood up a little bit disoriented and have never told any one of it untill recently. So, time passes and i run away, i'm 13, while growing up i knew my aunt was a meth head, eww, and vowed never to touch the stuff (wich i still wouldn't for quite some time) but i knew my sister was getting high. so i stayed clear of the meth heads, but wouldn't yet find the hippies. i started hanging out with the drunk-punk crowd, and my first night getting drunk with them was no hay day. i was hanging out with a guy named troll,(at that piont i didn't know the name reffernce) and was stoned and a little tipsy i agreed to stay with him that night and woke up to being raped, being only 13 i didn't say anything and stayed quiet. in the morning i didn't relize what had really happened and would stay quiet fir years. within weeks i had ran away again and spending my fouteenth birthday on the streets. i met another girl, whom i started dating, and was having a good time. a few weeks later i was walking to meet my girlfriend from one of the daytime shelters and met Deej. 'I like your shirt,' he said. 'really?' i asked looking down at my torn up 'hook-ups' shirt. 'my pants are hook-ups to' and i swiveled around to show him the tag of my favorite pair of brown cords. 'what are you doing right now?' i was suprised, he was hitting on me, and he was cute, and he was close to my age. closer at least than the last two guys i had had bad expiences with. 'i'm going to meet my girlfriend. why?' 'never mind i was going to ask you to lunch' 'maybe later' 'yah....i'm deej' it took me a second to regester he was asking my name.'oh'i'm sorry, i'm AJ' 'see you around?' all i could say was, 'yep' two weeks later we were in SF, and i was hanging out on haight street, selling herb to get us by. we had tried staying with his brother but that didn't last long, do to the fact his brother had to go to work in the morning and we were getting frisky on the top bunk. the first bag i sold was by accident, i was hanging out and an old guy was asking about some herb, one guy showed him a bag, witch got declined so i started talking to the kidz that had the herb and one of the girls asked me if i wanted to run a bag over and see if hee was interested, so i did, and he wasn't but she told me to hold on to it, five minutes later it was gone sold for 60$ to some chick i went to hand the girl the money and she was impressed, handed me back 20$ and another bag. "next time you should pull some out for yourself.' 'i can do that?' so sure enough i started selling pot. Now I'm a momma I've had three kidz, two live with me now. and just wanna find out what happened to some of you from back the good days. So Kosmos, squeral, kuwalla, hell for that matter any one who remembers butter, or that i might remember, any one that kicked it on the Haight 1997-2000 drop a line.......
well , maybe i remember you . who knows , i meet alot of kids on the streets all over this world . this is Tuba of ranbO! memory is kinda funny . i remember eyes and voices mostly . names in my head just drift about morphing . yooz in oregon now with kids ? 'course , i've been there too . i went to college in ashland for awhile and hitched all around those mountains and valleys . those alot of funky hippies in dem hills . and some ghosts . there's an old place called Lorien that was an early ranbO community . by the time i got there , only about seven people were yet hanging on . soon there was just me , the lonesome . i guess i didn't mind . i lived in the old library and found a broken banjo that i fixed up . me and banjo stayed the winter and a little longer ... i don't ever give up travelling , never , not for long . but damn it now i'z iz got the notion to start one of them hippy factories under a shade tree which translates as 'easy job not really a job' , tho it means i gotta stay put here until it's mostly on auto-mat . for sure i'll get to that next big hoo-ha ranbO convention in colorado .
