Some people may comment that what your are about to read is not that special and happens to them all the time, but what I want to make clear to everyone is that for a person living in Center City Philadelphia, people being nice to one another for no reason is in fact a miracle. Take your self back to 4:19am January 1, 2000 maybe you remember where you were, maybe you were sleeping by than, but I was on an Indian reservation experiencing unity-conciseness. 

As the clock struck 4:20am the faint murmurs of “first phour twenty of the millennium” floated through the crowd, I remember thinking to myself.  “man I wish I could say that I celebrated the first 420 of the millennium.” but alas! I was not near any of my clan and I had no clue where to look. I began to accept the fact that this was not an option for me and tuned back into the music, just as I began to lose myself in thought I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

When my eyes finally refocused I see before me a person standing no taller than 5ft,patch work clothing and a french beret. He asks me if I have a bowl, to which my response was, “Of course, I’m a professional.”  So after packing my bowl, he takes 1 hit, passes it to me and says “it’s G13, have a good show” and walks away! 

Now after the initial shock wore off I began to puff and pass to those around me for the rest of that historical set. I want everyone to know that this bowl lasted phrom 4:20am to 8:00am when it finally became kicked only after several sessions back at my campsite. For anyone wondering this bowl only holds, at maximum, a nic ($5) worth of “stuff,” so it’s not a bottomless pit or anything. This truly did shock my brain and leaves me glowing till this day!

So many occurrences like this happened at Big Cypress that I would need my own website to post all the stories I have, and this was only one festival! From the way we found our nugs to parking 3 cars away from our friends that drove in from Colorado, I simply can’t or don’t want to explain how all this happened. 

When I think about being part of the phamily I always get that weird butterfly feeling in my stomach as if my body senses it as a drug that it needs for survival. Trey, Page, Mike, and Jon, I sincerely thank you from the bottom of my heart and beg you to never stop that “special thing we’ve got going here”.

- Marc