Monday, July 27, 2015







Woke up finally on beach sedge grass. Chiggers have eaten me alive.
Downed a case of Carling Black label last night at the shindig.
The Hai Karate aftershave was making the girls sneeze. I was getting bummed,
after I was hammered. The Benson and Hedges have got me gagging up my lungs
as the sun rises. The concert, is like a blur to me. Jimi Hendrix Experience opened for
the Monkees, it was like doing a tour in Nam. My head felt like it was in a pressure cooker.
Davey Jones just picks up shit and rattles it against his palm. Damn chicks melt like butter all over
the stadium. Feel pretty stupid. Take care and lots of love.

Doug

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