When I lived in Taloqan, Afghanistan, it was an era when young Westerners traveled around the world seeking cheap dope and other travel highs. So, naturally, whenever the hippies showed up in our town, locals spread the news.
"The Happies are here."
Well, tonight, the Happies visited our house, to help celebrate our friend Alana's birthday. The local Happies are a somewhat odd group. The family (of eight) includes a party boy, a Commie, a couple flirts, and several loopy members, never quite certain where they are or why.
In other words, they are perfect neighbors here in San Francisco, the kind of friends always welcome at a party. Whatever else they may be feeling, their expressions never change...
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