[Devon]

Pete was a big guy. Big and blond. He was home from Viet Nam for a little rest and relaxation.

It was 1968 and a bunch of us were up in a Pennsylvania attic bedroom sittin' on mattresses, listenin' to Jimi Hendrix and smoking from a bag that had been lost and found ( A few months ago it had been tossed out a car window for safety. Disappeared. No one thought to look in the roadside tree until today).

Spiders are crawling from the bag as we roll. Some folks are complaining about this.

In the smoky haze a voice asks Pete what it's like over there.

I'm thinkin' downer of a question.

After a moment Pete says "You go into a village, from the corner of your eye you see a kid runnin' up on ya with something in his hand. You blow him away. Then you look to see if he was holding a candy bar wrapper or a grenade".

After that no one complained about the spiders.