It was 1969 or 1970 and I was living with a herd of hippies in a house in Grand Rapids, Michigan. The group decided to make a run to the local A&P to liberate groceries. I was testing a new batch of purple microdot acid and was too wasted to go. The house was pretty political and we had "F*ck the Pigs" posters, etc., plastered all over the living room walls. There was a loud knock-knock-knock at the front door and I managed to weave my way towards the door and peek out the window. Two suits that even I could tell were plain clothes cops. "Open up, we have a warrant for Joe XXXXXXXX". I got my shit together enough to ask for ID and the lead dude flashed his creds. He was a vice cop and his name was Sgt. Pepper! They pushed their way in, didn't find Joe and I tried to smile weakly at the posters. True story, there was a vice cop named Sgt.Pepper in GR at the time.
BigSteve.
PS -- Anyone else remember the flood of purple microdot back then? They were so good I sold a thousand at a concert once in singles!
BigSteve.
PS -- Anyone else remember the flood of purple microdot back then? They were so good I sold a thousand at a concert once in singles!