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Now, when I landed in Vietnam, I hardly got to see Saigon. They shaped us up and called the roll and off we went on a long patrol. Swapping lies, swatting flies, firing the odd shot here and there. The captain called a halt that night and we had chow by the pale moon light. A lovely dinner they planned for us with a taste like a seat on a cross-town bus. Some of the veterans left theirs just laying in the cans for the Vietcong to find. Deadlier than a land mine. Naturally somebody told a joke and a couple of the fellows began to smoke. I took a whiff as the cloud rolled by and my nose went up like an infield fly. (The captain, this blond fellow from Yale, looked at me and said, "what's the matter with YOU baby?") Well I may be crazy, but I think not, I'd swear to God that I smelled pot. But who'd have pot in Vietnam? He said "what do you think you've been sitting on?" (These funny little plants, thousands of them, good God almighty! Pastures of plenty.) So we all lit up and by-and-by the whole platoon was flying high. With a beautiful smile on the captains face, he smelled like midnight on St. Marks' place. (Cleaning his weapon, chanting something about Hari-krishna, Hari-krishna.) The moment came as it does to all when I had to answer natures call. I was stumbling around in a beautiful haze when I met a little cat in black PJs. (Rifle, ammo belt, B. F. Goodrich sandals. He looked up at me and said, "what's the matter with YOU baby?") He said, "we're camping down the pass, and smelled you people blowing grass. And since, by the smell, you're smoking trash I brought you a taste of a special stash. (Straight from Uncle Ho's victory garden. We call it Hanoi Gold.)" So his squad and my squad settled down, passing lovely stuff around. All too soon it was time to go, the captain got on the radio. (He said, "hello, headquarters? Hello, uh, headquarters? We have met the enemy and he has been smashed!") 旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴 複複複複 홏orffah daa79 輻 霜 홢f eoe 蔔 輻 輻 홸 t ry 蔔 蔔 賽 홢ahrt 홭nea h 霜 霜 霜 霜 홻a w-o 읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴 X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X Another file downloaded from: The NIRVANAnet(tm) Seven & the Temple of the Screaming Electron Taipan Enigma 510/935-5845 Burn This Flag Zardoz 408/363-9766 realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 510/527-1662 Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 801/278-2699 The New Dork Sublime Biffnix 415/864-DORK The Shrine Rif Raf 206/794-6674 Planet Mirth Simon Jester 510/786-6560 "Raw Data for Raw Nerves" X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X

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