11:49:02 AM 07.05.09
This particular experience happened to my friend Dave and myself on the second or third or maybe it was the fourth day. Their are only a few things that I remember, like getting there from Bloomington In. to N.Y. in an early model International Scout ,with bucket seat no less all nine of us, yes 9, and a german sheperd 2 people in the front dog in the middle and the rest of us in the back sitting cannonball style on the floor rotating with 2-3 sitting on the tailgate with arms over the top hanging on for dear life. Needles to say we stopped and changed positions a lot. The trip was pretty much uneventful until we stopped in Scranton Pa. at a grocery store. My partner and his ol lady baled out of the scout and had themselves a hug and a kiss, thats when the town constable stolled up and accused them of lewd and lacivious behavior and they were being arrested for public indecencey . Somehow we managed to talk him out of this terrible act, we grabbed our loaf of white bread and bottle of ketchup and got out of Dodge. When we got there we were all pretty hot and grubby but somehow we managed to drive right up to where the concert was taking place . We pulled in to a place that was so beautiful, I can remember to this day, huge boulders ,the trees were turning gold and bright red and the weather was perfect,75-80 degrees, you could just feel the excitement and great vibes in the air. Thats it, pretty much foggy after that for a couple of days.Back to the particular experience.Dave and I had been tripping for a couple of days and were absolutely exhausted and covered in mud of course,we were coming down from the last 2 days of some very good acid and feeling kinda--- well you know. We were walking thru a woods on a path, I think it was where the hog farm had one of the food tents and came upon a little creek, so we got the bright idea that we would wash our clothes off and take a bath. We stripped off and washed most of the mud out of our clothes and hung them on limbs to dry. So now its our turn. We both sat down in the water and washed off the best we could without soap or washrags. By the way we are not gay,not that it matters. We get finished washing and Dave stands up first and his butt is about 20 inches from my face and I notice he still has a lot of mud all over the backs of his legs and butt, but wait, they're moving . I then realize that he is covered from waist to his ankles with LEECHES!! THOUSANDS OF THE LITTLE BLOOD SUCKERS!! Of course he wants me to help get them off of him! On top of this not so pleasing activity, I now remember that I am still sitting in the water no doubt covered in leeches my self. So picture this, two almost grown men standing ankle deep in water, naked, brushing leeches off each others asses with sticks.(I wasn't gonna touch his bare ass) So we lived thru this experience to party another day. Stay tune for more tales of Gregg and Dave. Bye for now and keep your freak flag flying.