Grateful Dead

My infant daughter peed on Jerry in 1969 when we were hanging at 1090 Page in SF. He laughed.

I have a few Jerry stories, and a couple Pigpen tales too, but I'm saving those for future submissions here. But I have a related piece I *can* reveal, a Keith Richards story. This is from an account of life on the Funny Farm commune north of San Francisco:
Once, Keith Richards visited, wasted as usual. How wasted? Well, the word on the street was that whenever there was a shortage of drugs, it was because Keith had used them all.

Anyway, Keith went into the brush to drain his bladder, and squirted a rattlesnake. The snake struck his exposed pecker. Ouch. Medical help was rushed in, but to no avail; within a half-hour, that snake was DEAD.
I was never really a DeadHead so I'll skip the Chi show. Y'all have fun now.
 
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