Story archives - story #3481


As I listened to a conversation between hippies on the 71 bus to Haight Street, I realized that I'm one of the "housies" that they so vehemently spoke of and wondered if I'd be happier as one of them, in grungy overalls, wearing dreads full of clay beads.

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2010-01-14 11:09:05 / Rating: 369.75 /