I remember being an outcast in high school.
I was a huge fan of the Grateful Dead, but also a huge Deadhead.
One night I had a drink and a few minutes later, a man came up to me and asked, “Why did you want to be a Deadhead?”
I thought for a second.
“Well, I had the coolest girlfriend ever,” I told him.
“That’s what I’m talking about!”
And then I remembered that my girlfriend was a Dead fan.
She was also a Dead-fan.
She liked the Dead.
She even got to see the Dead concert at the Fillmore West in San Francisco in 1969.
She had no idea what I was talking about.
“I mean, if you were in my position, wouldn’t you want someone who was a fan to be your girlfriend?” she asked.
I said, “I wouldn’t want someone in my place to be my boyfriend.”
I’m a big fan of both bands and I really liked the Grateful Band.
The only thing that stopped me from being a fan of either band was the fact that I hated them.
And I really hated them for that.
I didn’t like them at all.
I just thought they were dumb and boring.
When I first became a Dead head, I went to the shows and the crowds were all so huge.
I’d never seen anything like it.
I could feel the energy, and I just didn’t want to miss a thing.
And that’s why I started going to the Grateful concerts.
After a while, I realized that the people that were the biggest fans of the Dead were the people who were loudest and were the most passionate.
That’s what got me to go to the Dead shows.
And then after a while I realized, you know, I don’t really want to go back to being a Dead kid, because I don “get” it.
So I got to do it for real.
And now, I’m thankful that I did.
But I also remember that I was so much more than a Deadkid.
I had this weird, weird relationship with the Grateful Nation.
I felt like I belonged.
I liked being around these people.
And when I was doing the Dead, I felt the same way.
When the Dead played at Fillmore East, I loved it.
But when I saw them at the San Francisco Fillmore, I just couldn’t take it.
And at that time, I didn