It was nineteen seventy-something and I was hanging out at Sylvia’s house. I think that it originally belonged to her grandmother. Steve B. was there. He was the first guy I ever got high with. Him and Jeff. Jeff weighed over 300 lbs, and loved Kansas. The group, not the state. We used to tease him about liking Kansas s9 much.
Anyway, we were all sitting around – high – and Stairway to Heaven came on the record player. I just lay there on the floor listening to it. I swear that song lasted 5 hours. Every time I hear it I think of that night. Me, and Sylvia, and Steve, and about 5 other people that I didn’t really know. All high, and listening to that Led Zeppelin album. It was just one of those nights that has stuck with me for so many years.