“another summer days haze where we set sweet Mary Jane’s flower ablaze. the smoke is our spell turning the gaze of the hounds of hell. we’ve got our demons inspired by the gold in my hair and red in his soul, creating our lake of fire. a laugh from our scorpions sting, a playful bite from a snake. he shows me the world inside his head. my god is he a god? creating images into songs, we find peace in the words unsaid. so in silence my world sings along. my god he is a god.” what happens when a punk rocker & a hippie meet? nothin but lots of jammin, blessin up the herb, adventuring, and laughin our asses off. he’s the coolest duuuude