Music, for me, is a tremendously strong memory trigger. Certain specific songs can evoke very certain specific memories in me. Red Barchetta brings to mind one such music byte.
Summer 1980, Calgary, driving down Acadia Ave in my buddy Steve's 1976 Laguna S-3, early evening, Shelley Asselstine sitting on the centre console between Steve the driver and myself in the passenger seat. Red Barchetta blasting on the cassette player.
That memory tweaks a separate thought. How can you tell I'm stoned? I've known a lot of girls/women. I've known a lot of dope smokers. I HAVE not known a lot of girls/women dope smokers!
Don't get me wrong. I have known a handful of girls/women dope smokers but in the girls/women I've known the non dope smokers far out weigh the dope smoking girls/women.
I can't believe that there are any less girls/women smoking dope than guys? I wonder why it is that the circle of women I have been in, during my years on this planet, has not been filled with the dope smoking variety?
The reason I mention all of this, is because as always I have that thought when I hear Red Barchetta, I think of Shelley. Tonight however my stoned mind threw me on The Dope Smoking Women tangent.
Just a momentary thought I had while listening to a song.
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