Well, maybe some of the kids talking about teenage boys shooting guns, fighting, someone dying, mother-stabbing, father-raping ,S.W.A.T. teams and all kind of mean nasty things..

... and not a word about it in the local papers, (hmmm)

Maybe some of those storytellers found my stash of Purple Sunshine that I buried near the big redwood tree upstream of the springs back in 1972.

Owsley's chemicals could cause hallucinations like that....

....or so I've been told.

;-)