I have MANY fond memories of the Strip. I used to hang out with my friend and brother “Mad Dog”(alias Ruben Crawford). One memory that surfaces is when I used to go up on a hill in Piemont Park and get one hell of a “shotgun” from Pops or High Pockets! If you could take one of those powerful shotguns you did good not to pass out! Another memory is when the Atlanta Cops hit the strip with a vengence. They had that store they took over and called it the “Pig Pen”. I remember they enacted the “Street Walking Ordinance”. If you  stood in one place too long you got busted! There was a time when we had a little camp in PIedmont Park. You went down that concrete ditch to the end and up the hill. Mad Dog and I used to stay there. it got busted up by the cops, but was fun for a while. I almost drowned once in Piedmont Park Lake. We tripped all nite and for some reason everyone jumped into the lake. I ran out of gas and started drowning. I was embarrassed to ask for help as stupid as it was. I saw a piece of wood and grabbed it. That piece of wood saved my ass! Once I was walkiing with little guy called Mouse. We had just gotten some mad dog 20/20 and were headed back to out camp. Well the cops pulled up, they wanted Mouse real bad. He took off into the Lake! I stood there with 2 bottles of wine in my hand like a dumbass. Well the cops busted me for the beer and wine ordinance. I spent the nite in jail. While they were trying to get Mouse I sat in the squad car and ate some window pane I had in my pocket! Mouse was never caught, he swam around in the dark cussing them out big time. I tripped in jail all nite long in the drunk tank. But I found several other “brothers” there as well. We watched out for each other thru the nite. I got out the next day and went back to the strip. I saw Mouse and he felt so bad about me getting busted, from that day on, “the buzz was free!” Anytime I saw him after that he would trun me on to the latest acid. So there are some fond memories for you from me! I got many more, but have to go for now.                                                                                                                                                                                                        Peace and Love,                                                                                                                                                                                             Rod Tweedell