I see your silver shining town
But I know I can't go there
Your streets run deep with poisoned wine
Your doorways crawl with fear

So I think I'll drift for old where it's at
Where the weed grows green and fine
And wrap myself around a bush
Of that bright whoa, oh, Oaxaca vine

~~~~~~ We had two bags of grass, a box of twinkies, bags with countless taco bell tacos, thousands of hours of live dead recordings, and three glow sticks. The only thing that really worried me was the glow sticks. There is nothing more irresponsible and depraved than a stoner, entranced by the awesomeness of a glow stick.