RFTP 1

At one time, I lived in Yosemite National Park (from 1995 - 2000). While there, I met a lot of people of differing ideals from those that I hold/held.

So, in August of 1995, I threw this huge employee party. Lots of people were at the party. Everything was going great, and I was having a good time. But things were going to get much better.

Before the party got too out of hand, I turned down the music, quieted the crowd, and announced the reason for the party.

"This party is in celebration of the death of Jerry Garcia, which happened earlier this week, and thus the Greatful Dead as well. Now I don't have to hear any more of their SHIT music!"

Fully two-thirds of the people got up and left. Under crying and boos from the departing. Which was just fine with me, more beer for my friends and I.