I'm having flashbacks to August 1997... I had followed Phish from Pittsburgh to Buffalo, a day home in Mass, and then several hours north to Limestone, Maine for the Great Went ... I didn't even really like the band, but I loved the drugs .. I traded my tickets for mushrooms when I got there... one of my only memories from that weekend was of some old school hippy, holding court in a shitbox RV, sucking on a ballloon... he was going on and on about how hemp will someday save our society, and someday we'll again see fields of hemp growing next to corn ... at the time it was absurd, and that old dude was one crazy fkr... but he was right... just keep your pollen out of my airspace is all I ask