Dead Therapy - RFK 6.20.92

Morning, Freaks!!

Sorry for the long one today.

I was introduced to the Grateful Dead during my Freshman year of college by two brothers, Matt and Gerry Reid, from Enon, VA( backwards it spells none). You  see the story goes like this…Matt and Gerry were in college with me at VCU and owned a little commercial cleaning business, and I worked for them as “the trash guy”. My job description was as follows…Get Stoned in the car on the way to the office building, put a tape in my walkman, and haul ass through a maze of cubicles dumping little trash cans into a big trash can, all while trying to avoid the overachieving office workers that stayed past 5 pm to get extra points with their boss. It was kind of like a little sporting event. Seemed like the higher I was, the faster I moved. Why was time of the essence? Because I got paid by the job, not the hour. The sooner we got done, the sooner we got out of there. Anyway, Gerry, was a pretty avid tape collector at the time and always had something new for the walkman (and for me to copy on my new age dual cassette deck).  I would wear an XL – II tape so thin from listens that eventually it would just give up on me and fall apart from use. I will forever be thankful to the Reid brothers for introducing me to the band that became a lifestyle for me. It was something that those two brothers shared with each other and then with me. For the record, Matt also took me to my first Dead show.

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