happy 40th anniversary, woodstock. i hardly knew ye, but i've read and seen enough about you to assure that i would have had an amazing fucking time. i would have dropped acid on your sprawling green grass and swayed languidly to the sweet sounds of jimi, janis, the who, and the dead. i would have been topless, covered in mud and face paint, with a daisy chain around my head. and for all intents and purposes, i probably would have slept my way to the front row (or at least gotten myself a decent spot on some shaggy-haired guy's shoulders). if the tent's a rockin', don't come-a-knockin'! i can only imagine what fun i would have had with you; standing in line for free food, meeting friends and lovers, enjoying the peace, love, and magic for three incredible days on your compound. thanks for the imaginary memories, woodstock. i'll never faux-forget you.
mood music: janis joplin - try (just a little bit harder)
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