Went to the gathering in WV in 1990. The naked chicks got offended at you for looking at their tits. The fat naked chicks got offended because I wouldn't wash them in the river. The food was all either vegetarian or McDumpster. And they beat the shit out of a tranny who was panhandling in front of a redneck bar in town. The weed was sparse but good. And the park ranger showed up, looked at the permits and left us alone. Not at all like what's been happening at the gatherings as of late.

I didn't last more than 3 days. I need meat. If a woman is naked, I am going to stare at her tits. Nothing can change that. And I don't like washing fat chicks. Not chunky. I mean 400 pound monsters. I ain't touching them. I did like the all of the hugs and "Welcome home brother"s. I had just left my wife and was really, really upset and needed those hugs more than anyone could imagine.

It was amazing how many of those hippies were rich kids. And then there were the rich kids who chose to eat out of dumpsters and live in abandoned houses. Not really my scene man.