"The Brown Acid's Not Too Good"

"The Brown Acid's Not Too Good ..."I'm watching a history channel documentary called "Woodstock: Then and Now."

What a trip hearing all these retirees discuss what it was like in the summer of 1969 and these granny types saying, "Frankly, I was there just to get high."

OK, for the uninformed: Woodstock was a rock festival in upstate New York that was attended by hundreds of thousands of people, mostly those who were young. I was 18 at the time, and shut-the-fuck-up-you-little-twink-I-was-too-18-once!

If anyone wants to know what their grandpa's generation looked like shirtless, you need to see some photos of the sweet hippie boys who were at Woodstock. Frankly, many of them probably looked better when they were 40, as most men do, but nonetheless, it was a happy time and lots of people were experimenting with same-sex play. Remember, 1969, was the same year that the Stonewall Riots occurred.

OK, for asking what the Stonewall Riots were, you're going to be tied in a bondage sling and spanked till you cum, you ignorant little bitch!

In any case, this documentary reminded me that grandmothers are no longer named Emma and Sadie and Minnie, but Patty and Joyce and Linda and Susan. And that grandpas once wore their hairs in ponytails and smoked weed.

And that inside all of us is a young rebel just waiting to go back to Woodstock or whatever symbolizes the joy of their youth.