Mark would hitch-hike from there having long hair and wearing his cobra jacket.
When Mark was a kid, his parents gave him the ability to play when he was free. He learned to play hard, right, and fair. Your toys got bigger and better. For Mark and his friends, drugs were their new toys to play with. He went to his friends to get drugs and bought them with money, which were then inexpensive. He never showed his parents, and he learned to get away with things around them since he knew their limits. After he was 12, he only had one parent. In school, everyone was doing drugs, it seemed. Even the jocks and “prissys” did it later. You could be a jock, freak, or greaser. The greasers wore black leather jackets and were “carheads.” They worked on cars, got drunk, and beat each other up. Eventually the freaks and the greasers blended together. Most males had dads to help them work on their cars, so Henry got Mark to work on cars.
In February 1971, Mark lived with his mother in an apartment. As a teenager, Mark hitch-hiked back to his old neighborhood every day that he could. It was a five or ten mile ride. He’d party with his friends until nine or ten p.m., then hitch-hike home by midnight so that he could go to school the next day. One day Mark had scored some good, brown Colombian buds the night before. It was five a.m. Saturday morning and Mark started hitch-hiking. He got a ride to about four miles out of town. It was only about 10 degrees outside, bitter cold. There weren’t may cars on the road that early in the morning. Mark was real happy just knowing that they’ll be getting high as soon as he got to his old neighborhood. He’d go find Ernie or Neil or Ron and they’d all party! Mark had rolled about 30 joints and put them in his Marlboro cigarette pack. When you hitch-hike, you can always hear a car coming. When it gets close, you swiftly turn around and hang your thumb down by your side. Mark was thinking how good Colombian tastes as he turned around to hitch-hike the next car. The car stopped. It was the local “Computer Cops.”
Mark thought, “OH! No! Not Now! I got weed on me! I’m gonna get busted! No! Why Me!” Then he thought, “Wait a second. Be cool, Mark. Don’t freak out.” Mark walked over to the cop car and looked through the passenger window. Mark smiled and said, “Morning officer!” The cop gave Mark a mean look and said, “What are you doing hitch-hiking at 6:00 in the morning, and where are you going?” Mark said, “To my friend’s house in town.” The cop said, “Empty your pockets on the car seat; you got any weapons?” Mark said, “Yes, just a pen knife.” Mark handed it to him. The cop said, “What are you doing with a knife?” Mark said, “I carve things out of wood.” He said, “O.K., but I’ll have to confiscate this knife. “What else do you have?” Reluctantly, Mark handed him his wallet, some change, and three hard packs of Marlboros. Two were open and one was a new pack. The cop opened one of the packs. Inside his head, Mark screamed, “Nooo!!!!” The cop looked in the pack only to find cigarettes. In his other hand he held a full pack of cigarettes and a full pack of JOINTS!! Well, he never looked in the other pack, and he gave Mark back everything but his knife and said, “I don’t want to see you hitch-hiking ever again.” Mark said, “Yes sir!” Mark headed down to the railroad tracks to be sure to get away from that cop.