The Outer Sunset

This is probably one of the stranger things that I’ve seen on Hippy Hill…

Or at least it was strange in greater numbers than I’ve seen before.

I want to say that’s an Amish sect, but I could be wrong, doing a field trip to Hippy Hill on a Sunday. Notice the guy in the green with the tupperware of glass pipes for sale. He’s one of those guys who sells his goods in the park by yelling out at people from a dozen feet away. As they ride their bike. Down a hill. No thanks guy, I don’t want to get high right now. I’m just trying to ride my bike through the park without hitting anyone.

A representative from the Hippy Hill is dispatched to open diplomatic relations and ask if they have a lighter.

On the way out the sect stops by the Janis Joplin Tree to negotiate for the barter of some nuggets.

I know it’s easy prey to make fun of someone because they dress differently, but I’m not even going to go there. Strictly from a fashion standpoint, I approve of any kind of organized religion that encourages their spiritual leaders to get crazy with their facial hair. I’m just jealous because I can’t do that. I can dot.com slum it and go 2 weeks without shaving and it just looks like I have scattered breadcrumbs on my chin. I would kill to be able to grow out a ZZ Top caliber beard.

And fashion wise, the boys dress a lot like most of the straight edge or even 2-tone ska kids that I went to high school with. I’m a creature of habit and I like the idea of having a simple uniform to wear everyday. I can get behind that.