I used to pluck a flying V copy in a living room in house by the hiipodrome that isn't there any more. Dean would sing, a girl named Naheed would bang on the drums and somebody, mabe Dean would play the bass. Thinking back to that time I am smiling, everthing was alive and nothing mattered. Dean and I hung out for a number of years. I remeber him as cosmic explorer, soul mate and the one I bounced my ideas off of, I'm out of the haze now and still alive. God bless you.

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My GOD!! This site is becoming what I have feared most: A bunch of lard assed yuppie ex punk rockers waxing nostalgic about the "good old days" when the next Black Label, the next bonghit and the next stupor was but an arms length away. Yep, those were FUN times all right!

Anyone know where I might find Dean?

I shared a pair of sisters with Dean once. We fucked them in rooms one right next to the other when their parents were out of town while listening to Dinosaur Jr. Ah, the 80's.