It was March of 87.I'd been listening to the Dead for @ 2 years but still had'nt seen a show & did'nt know what to expect. I'd only tripped twice.We parked at the civic center garage and a buddy of mine found some blotter in a cig pack in the elavator. I took one hit. After 40 minutes I had'nt
gotten off at all so asked for another. My memory is kinda foggy after that...I do recall the lights coming up at the end & me asking"when does it start?" Got separated from my friends  way early on...lost on the streets of Hartford in a sea of freaks, asking"where is this?" "Hartford"   "Oh "Where's the next show?"        "Philly"      "Well, how do I get there?"
    "See that bus? "They'll take you" I remember having one foot on the step into the bus when the iron hand of reality clamped down on my shoulder & spun me around to face my best friend who'd I'd lost at the start of the show.          To this day I sometimes wonder where I'd be now if I'd gotten both feet on that bus.


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