This is a direct excerpt from the book ‘Falling in Love with Bipolar” where Amy Jo and Lance first meet
I could see people lighting up and smoking joints. It smelled of Willie weed. That was 30 years before Willie Nelson actually started a brand of weed called “Willie’s Reserve”.
But I went up to a girl that was smoking and gave her a shy smile. She passed me the joint and I took it from her happily.
After a couple of long draws I passed it back to her.
“What’s your name? Mine is Lance”, I asked her.
She took a long draw and held the smoke in for what seemed like a minute, but was probably only 10 seconds. Then she coughed and blew out the smoke tapping the ashes on the ground.
“Amy. Amy Jo is my name, nice to meet you Lance”, she said and then smiled.
Ed came over and pulled out his bottle of Jim Beam and took a swig, He held the bottle out to Amy Jo and asked if she wanted some. They traded joint for Beam.
We must of hung out and chilled to the music for about 5 Whiskey Rivers which was about 2 hours. (They played other songs between but this one I remembered.)
Amy, Ed and I were feeling no pain cuz we were like in Luckinbach Texas in our minds. The weed and Beam were tripping us out, and we swayed to the music.
I came closer looking at Amy and said, “I think you need a hug.”
She said, “I think I need more than a hug” and she came closer and kissed me. Right on the lips. I smiled, paused and then leaned in and gave her another long slow kiss with hints of Beam and weed on my tongue. Her arms grasped me and her right hand held on to the back of my neck.
We were necking in the park, and I was high as a kite.