Being a hippie was great! I got myself a pawnshop guitar, learned three or four chords, and taught myself to play half a dozen songs the chicks wanted to hear. Then, I taught myself to be a good listener of the “That’s cool, man” and “Groovy” response sort. I lived out of my van for three years and got to see a lot of the country. Most of the time I went from one shack job to another. One morning I woke up, it was the mid seventies and the sixties were over. So I went to law school.
Don’t pick on Boomers so much, pal. Someone like me could be your dad.
so your saying in the end you sold out.
glad you were not my dad.