Is this really Me?

what's your inner flower?

I suppose it could be.
I know we're not suppose to talk about it, but I'm feeling kinda loose and funky tonight anyway, so to heck with being proper.
Back in my college days, my idea of the perfect weekend was one that involved large quanities of smoke (grass/mary jane/weed/ect), and food. I loved to get blitzed and listen to Pink Floyd , Black Sabbith, or Deep Purple. I can remember being driven out at 2/3 o'clock in the morning to the nearest 7/11 (those were the ONLY convienence stores back then) by a serious attack of the munchies . Twinkies and chocolate milk were heavenly delights. Of course no self-respecting stoner ever turned down a cheeseburger & fries. When one is in the throes of stoner munchies, one is not picky. Well this one wasn't.
One summer I lived in the house with a guy (not with him just in the house with him) who was tight with Jim Croche. Jim came to visit while I was there, and introduced me to a totally different kind of music. I can remember the first time I heard Operator. His voice was so perfect. I sat and listened to him all night. To this day when I hear that song, I get chills. I still love his music. Of course I still love Pink Floyd and Deep Purple too.
I used to look at myself and wonder what the heck happened to that girl with the long blond hair and hot body. But then I watched an episode of The Osbornes and got a good look at Ozzy and I realized, I ain't by myself in the what the hell happened catagory. He's got Kelly and Jack, I've got Kasey and Robby. I guess we both got what we deserved. He just got more of it!
Those were some good ole days and nights.
They say your only young once.
I say if you do it right, once is enough.