The music was loud, the band was jamming in the front of a fairly small audience. There was plenty of seating space on the lawn. I spotted a homeless man alone on the edge of the field. His face was deeply burnt from exposure to the sun making his washed out blue eyes dazzling by contrast. Wrapped in many layers of clothing, he was sitting all crunched up on a manicured portion of the lawn. This man attracted me at once. I sat down on the edge of his torn grayish blanket, the old man wanted to share some marihuana with me. He reached into a beige suede pouch for some herbs and stuffed an ordinary pipe, the kind my father used to smoke. I started to smoke one hit at a time.