Originally Posted by kane

My Jerry memory is from a job as well. The music magazine I wrote for sent me and a couple others to the Grateful Dead show. We were actually there to interview all the people that set up shop and create the traveling city that would follow the dead around. It didn't go very well - nobody wanted to talk to "The Man." So instead we drank a bottle of absinthe I had gotten about a month earlier. It was brewed by a local guy and had wormwood in it (and was hence illegal).

The booze hit right about the time the show started and all three of us were tripping balls as The Dead played. About halfway through the show the photographer that was with me turns to me, his eyes wide and high as fuck and says, "I don't think I'm gonna make it!" Before I could respond a hippie in front of us turned around, put his hands on the photographer's shoulders and looked him right in the eye then said, "It's gonna be okay man, Jerry will guide you!"

That night we drank the other bottle and danced around a big bonfire like something out of Lord of the Flies.