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Show The Daily Utah Chronicle Openings 1978 from page 26 van in a never-endinthe West in a plushly-equippe- d pursuit of the ultimate Good Time. But perhaps his most endearing quality is his generosity-Jo- nes will occassionally surprise those he takes a liking to by giving, them gifts of considerable value. The closing paragraphs of his letter to the Duke and me contained a classic example . . . " am currently spending a few days in Denirr entertaining the Colorado ladies. During the afternoons I ride my bike and am continually accosted by luscious beauties who beg me to go immediately to their homes and engage in raw, sudden sex. But being the genteel Victorian sort of chap I am, I always have to say, "No thanks, ladies, I'm only here to work on my tan," and then ride away in a cloud of dust . . . "But I digress last week I was in Chicago and saw the Rolling Stones with 75,000 other Party Animals at Soldier Field. I was 20 rows back from the stage, center. "Micky Jagger appeared to be an aging transvestite, Charlie Watts's burr haircut gave him the appearance of a mental institution escapee, and, of course, Keith Richards looks like he died from a heroin overdose and then was brought back to life but only on the stipulation that he would neither eat nor drink anything and never take a bath. "Other than that, those boys kicked my butt with an amazingly good concert which restored my faith in sex, drugs, and the set of related values that I strive to maintain but which are constantly bombarded by the likes of Shaun Cassidy, Kiss, Aerosmith and all the rest of those musical k at Don twits who are manufactured Kirshner's house. "Anyway, because of the spiritual nature of my experience I decided that you, too, should experience the in regenerative effect of a Stones concert. Enclosed, therefore, are two ground level tickets to the Stones' Boulder stadium concert next Sunday. "Enjoy yourselves but don't bother to look me up when you get here. By then I'll be Somewhere Else J g round-the-cloc- Chi-tow- n, ..." We decided to leave immediately for Boulder. It proved to be a most interesting weekend . . . rVtt, most uproarious street party had ever seen. The relatively tranquil atmosphere which prevailed at g been replaced by a full-bladawn had by bacchanalian blowout. Everyone seemed to be drinking spirits of some sort cowboy whiskeys like Jack Daniels, Old Grandad, and Southern Comfort were the big favorites. Joints, pipes, and even exotic bongs and hookahs were passed openly throughout the throng which had swelled to at least 10,000. Animalistic rebel yells for no apparent reason were the order of the day. In the middle of it all sat the Duke and I on approximately I mid-mornin- st f WhC JUp the same patches of asphalt we had occupied for the previous hours. During that lengthy vigil an endless parade of interesting characters passed by. But perhaps the most intriguing of all was the last to happen by Doug, the Teenage Junkie. We met Doug literally by accident when he came trotting through our area too fast for the crowded conditions and tripped over the Duke's outstretched legs and onto me. "Hey, man, I'm really sorry," he apologized as we untangled ourselves. "Here, have a shot on me," he offered, y bottle of bourbon in his right hand. extending the Duke and I accepted, which led to the Being gracious types, the three of us killing the rest of the bottle in the next quarter hour. Those 15 minutes were filled with Doug's animated conversation on a variety of subjects. His age, we learned, was 15 and he went to high school in Aurora, a Denver suburb. He had started partying in Boulder at noon on Saturday and had not slept since. He was quite anxious for the stadium gates to open so he could get inside to see the Stones, who were in his estimation, "a pretty hot band" but "too old." He act Kansas much more, he actually liked the second-billeconfided. As we drained the last of the bottle, Doug casually-inquire"Hey, so you guys wanna snort some 'Angel Dust?' If you like it, I can sell you some." (Note: The term 'Angel Dust' is street slang fro a cheap, powdery substance primarily composed of a strong animal tranquilizer.) After turning down his offer, I asked Doug if he dealt dope regularly. "I've been selling "Sure," he replied, matter-of-factlfor three even I've connections here today," years dope got he bragged. "I can get you anything you want in ten minutes, man," he bragged. "Acid, speed, pot, hash, downers junk. Anything." We politely refused once again and the subject of the continued on page 28 10 half-empt- d "Dy 9 a.m. Sunday we were in the midst of the 7 ISS r y. D s |
