When I wasn’t with The D.E.F Crew
I was hanging at a place deep in the woods at the edge of a swamp.
I was a multi - clique guy.
It was called Maple swamp because it was off of Maple St. but it was deep in there about an 1/8th of mile down the railroad tracks and then off a ways down a mile at to the left. We hung on and old concrete and rock foundation that we called The Wall. I think it was an old foundation for a building that did rail car and engine maintenance?
If you weren’t from the neighborhood you had to be with someone from the neighborhood and we had giant big fires and drank and smoked weed and dropped hits of mescaline or maybe even tabs of acid.
The cops knew we were there but never bothered us too often. And even when they did they’d just confiscate our beers, and keep them for themselves.
Down there my boom box played things like this:
[media=https://youtu.be/8e1W2O5jDPI]
I was a multi - clique guy.
It was called Maple swamp because it was off of Maple St. but it was deep in there about an 1/8th of mile down the railroad tracks and then off a ways down a mile at to the left. We hung on and old concrete and rock foundation that we called The Wall. I think it was an old foundation for a building that did rail car and engine maintenance?
If you weren’t from the neighborhood you had to be with someone from the neighborhood and we had giant big fires and drank and smoked weed and dropped hits of mescaline or maybe even tabs of acid.
The cops knew we were there but never bothered us too often. And even when they did they’d just confiscate our beers, and keep them for themselves.
Down there my boom box played things like this:
[media=https://youtu.be/8e1W2O5jDPI]
