Hey hippy. How’s your monday going so far? Good? Good. What’d you get up to on the weekend? We took it easy mostly.

1994 was a great year… Except that bit in April when Kurt Cobain killed himself. That sucked. I still remember where I was when I found out. I was having my first cup of instant coffee, standing in the kitchen and looking out at the morning. The phone rang and my teary eyed roommate rushed in to tell me Kurt had shot himself in the head. I shrugged and said “So?” because I was afraid there was a hug coming on. She stormed off to her room and put on Nevermind, drew her blinds and lit some candles (really).
Then all my buddies started calling. They were legitimately disturbed so we had a party in my bedroom.
In those days I had a bucket-bong behind my bedroom door that I’d break out on special occasions. It had four or five dead glow-sticks and a Skeletor floating around in it and it stank like an enormous bong, which is what it was.
Around noon my friends started rolling up one-by-one and we took it to the bucket for the entire afternoon.

If you enjoyed being dragged down my memory lane and would like to go down again- Please email me and I’ll send you some more of my fantastically compelling recollections from the 90′s!