The Taintalizing Tale of Hippie and Hair Dye.

As I walked down the road (I believe it was 6th street or Guadalupe) I lowered my face from my ciggarette and thought about how I ended up on that street. I think I got dropped off by that chick I met at Arby's.
I remembered sitting down at the booth-bench seat with a copy of whatever free newspaper i picked up the night before at the bus stop. I looked in the empty pack of ciggarettes i had been putting change in that I'd spanged and panhandled along the way and I noticed I had about a dollar fifty or a dollar seventy four or so. I realized I had enough to get an order of those fried cheese and potatoe things. So I walked to the counter and dumped the change on the table. The girl working there could easily notice my clothes were far from new and personal hygene had not been at the top of my priority. So I guess either out of pity or her just wanting to meet someone interesting and new, she gave me the potatoe things for free and threw in a free onion bread Arby's melt sandwhich. She ended up starting a conversation with me and I ended up telling her how all I'd wanted to do was just go to a local show and try to weasel my way into whatever scene I could. So I ate my free sandwhich and my potatoe artery cloggers(for free I might add) and browsed the newspaper I had walked in there with. I noticed some record shop accross town that said they had a bunch of underground albums so I thought, "What the Hell? I got nothing else better to do with my day." So Arby's girl told me to get in her car and she'd drive me at least a couple miles closer to the shop than where we were. I happily obliged as my feet were huring from the six or so miles I had just walked.
We arrived at my designated stop and I bid her farewell with a thank you and I started hoofing it towards the general direction of the shop. It seemed like a millenia I had to walk until I finally got somewhere besides the shady nieghborhood I had been seeing. I arrived at what appeared to be, by the crude drawings and images of senseless and painful fornication, had to be a sex shop. I entered this horrid place and some of the things I saw were so depraved and horrible, if I were to repeat them everyones mind who is reading these chronicles would implode with disgust and fear. So I'm in this place for one reason and one reason only, to find out where the Hell I was and how the Hell I get to the record shop. I was directed accross the street by a man dressed in what I saw was a rabbit costume. I got to the shop and found out they were putting on some local metal show. I thought why not? Why would'nt a homeless punk rocker want to get pummeled and beatin to a pulp by a bunch of steroyd pumping metalheads? I could'nt find a decent enough excuse to keep me away so I set my sign and started the ever boring process of panhandling. I managed to make about three dollars the first twenty minutes. Not bad except I needed five. I walked over to the bookstore next door to widen my bumming options. I met up with two girls I had seen walking about earlier. I walked up to them and explained my predicament. It was hard for me to believe they took such a likeing to a little nomad with a backpack bigger than him but they did. As a matter of fact they both ended up taking me home to thier house and sharing whatever alcohol and other mind-altering devices with me. Then we all got the crazy idea to dye my hair like a checkerboard. The girl who I could only imagine was a present day hairy hippie took control of the whole operation. Her fingers felt like little spider legs as they danced and picked at my hair. All the while careful with whatever she was ingesting at that present moment. After we sat and talked and killed a small bottle of Hypnotic it was time to call it a night. They walked into thier room and I sat. Quiet and collected in the darkness and silence. I took one last swig of an already warm beer, gathered my belongings(at that time a backpack) and headed for the door. These people I had just got through encountering I will never forget until the day I die, but I had to see what was next on this escapade I had embarked on.