old hippies, got no reason, no reason to live: After Newman

thoughts on the neighbors on west street who told me not to smoke cigarettes in my friends back yard

old hippies got no reason, no reason to live
they took it all in their youth and see no reason to give
everything has to be there way
no one else got a right to say
old hippies got no reason, no reason to live
in their youth they smoked it all
now the police they will call
if you try to talk on a saturday afternoon
they will hit you with their silver spoon
old hippies got no reason, no reason to live
they went all over, and got kicked out
now they want to box us out
of their urban paradise
they judge every vice
old hippies got no reason, no reason to live

eddy pula- July 28th, 2012

Margarita Felicino 63, from Brooklyn, Amherst Mass, 7-22-2012 ****UPDATED**** W/ start of a plan to help ****NEW UPDATE****

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Please get this in a paper, or on a blog, or anywhere really, people gotta know

****UPDATE****

Margarita wants to skydive on her birthday, I think this is something we could actually do to help her (PLUS IT WOULD BE AWESOME) I’m thinking Tandem jump with a really good instructor, gonna see if I can get some bands together to raise the cash needed to help her fly! Any advice appreciated. Thanks

****UPDATE****

So apparently they don’t let people who can’t walk fall out of airplane, Liability is a bitch, so now the plan is Hot Air Balloon rides, I bet we can get that done cheap! Just need to find some hot air…

Benny the Bucket Man’s Wife is Sick, can’t some one help?

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Benny The Bucket Man plays r&b bucket on the streets of Amherst Massachussetts, he invited me to lunch at his motel room today, and I went

His Wife is sick and can’t leave the motel room, so Benny invites people over to keep her company, the man in the picture ‘works’ for Benny the Bucket man and is tending to Benny’s sick wife. They couldn’t get help from the proffesionals at Cooley Dickinson Hospital, so regular people have to help each other the only way they know how, and the proffesionals can all go hang themselves with ribbon fax paper from the rafters of Cooley Dickinson

They fed me tasty fried chicken and we sung “I found my thrill on blueberry hill” by fats domino, and all I could do was take pictures and cry

CAN”T YOU HELP JUST A LITTLE, copy and paste what you can to wherever you can and tell them its the Motel Behind the Dominoes on rt 9 in Hadley Mass, USA, please Benny is a good guy and his Wife……………………………. his bucket won’t play a lonesome word

SICK OF GOODBYES-After Robert Frank