"Hey, buddy! You like The Dead?"
I looked up. A tall, lanky black man with an itty bitty ponytail and an untucked white collared shirt was standing in front of me.
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"Your shirt, man!"
I looked down and remembered I wore my tie-dyed Alice in Wonderland shirt for the big day.
He made some more small talk, called me "buddy" a lot, and then finally popped the question.
"Say, buddy, you wanna buy some weed?"
My brain raced. I had money. I was in San Francisco. I was on a freedom binge. I looked up and said one of the stupidest things of my entire life.