Hippies... *shudders*
I speak from experience, in my misguided teens I stupidly tried to live on a commune - and this wasn't a logical Israeli-Kibbutz-type-commune either, it was a full fledged hippy drop-out patch of mud and filth up in the Glass House Mountains, Australia.
It was revolting.
The children ran wild - I mean
really wild biting and spitting and just generally going feral. Whilst the adults didn't really do much at all, except smoke alot of pot, have sex with each other and talk about how they were going to get around to building the farm that was suppossed to feed and support us... They never did.
My "job" (and I kid you not about this) was to play the pipe. Yes, you read that correctly, if I tootled on my tin whistle for a couple of hours each day (apparently it would help the crops grow, if they ever got planted that is <_< ) then I was welcome to come and partake in this utopian lifestyle. My job was given to me by this creepy Indian guy who I will never forget because of his hairstyle - 3 great big smelly dreadlocks. Only 3, but individually they were as thick as my forearm, about as long as my leg and as smelly as, well, a dirty, smelly, hippy.
Anyway, I got pretty sick of it all - There is only so many bad teeth, stinky bodies, and socially inept and hypocrytical people that one girl can take, so after about a month or so, I packed my tin whistle and got the hell out of there. I have had my bra on firmly and my hair clean and dread free ever since
The punchline to this little story is that about 3 months after leaving that Hippy Hell-Hole I was back in the area, at the local town. I asked a local what was going on at the commune and he informed me that soon after I had left there were really bad rains and the whole camp had been washed away - it still makes me laugh when I think about it now, best rain that God ever made
