Word: hearded
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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While crossing the Yard one night during freshmen orientation week, I heard rhythmic chanting emanating from a group of freshmen across the Yard. Because of the breeze and the distance between us, I could not discern the words and yet something about that melody of monotones and its degenerate animalistic qualities struck a responsive chord deep within me. Where had I heard this droning before? The beastly grunts and yells had a tribal sound like that of a rain dance or perhaps a war dance. The blood in my veins got hot. Did evolution inscribe this primitive melody and rhythym...
...bush over seven inches high, or any other sort of sleeping place. I climbed over a barbed wire fence and headed out across some farmer's land, my flashlight the only light for miles and my breathing the only sound in the night. Except for the mooing which I heard after about a mile--soon followed by the sound of cows running across my path about 40 yards ahead...
...stopped, watched silently, then turned away from them and began to head off into the distance, when I heard a moo about three octaves lower. Now I don't really mind a cattle stampede, but I have an inherent dislike of large cows with horns and male hormones, which is to say, bulls. Suddenly, a comfortable sleeping place seemed unimportant, and all I wanted was to find that fence again and put it between me and the bovine bunch. I walked backwards, slowly, trying not to irritate the bulls...
...days later I was on the road through western Nevada towards Oregon. Out past Reno I took up with another hitchhiker, a 40 year old permanent wayfarer who sold home-made turquoise jewelry to other roadies to survive. He was on the way to a rock concert he'd heard abut in Oregon, and since he had lost all his money the night before in Carson City, he was in a hurry to sell as many necklaces and roach clips as he could to the concertgoers. I hadn't heard of any concert, but he'll, he'd been hitching...
...personally have never heard any of these groups play, but I get paid under the table to push them. Ha ha ha, just kidding. No, really, I was. I do this for free, out of love for my fellow students, and because if I went to a shrink he would charge me $50 an hour to listen to me while you do it free. Thank you. Non sequitur Eric B. Fried