Felony Arrest #1 Part 2

My Roommates Bev and Darlene, promised me a “just out of jail surprise” when I got home. Later that same evening, they cooked me a homemade dinner. To be truthful, I’m not sure if the meal was as good as the one I had the night before in jail (and that one was terrible). They were in a very good mood and were happy that I was home.  Or maybe, they were happy to know that I would be around to pay my third of the rent.

I didn’t sleep well at all in jail the night before, so I called it a night and headed for my room. My water bed* was going to be so comfortable, compared to spending the night on a cot. I climbed in, covered up, and jumped out the bed as quickly as I could in total horror! Something alive was in my bed. I must have screamed like a school girl, because my roommates came bursting through the door laughing.

I pulled back the covers to discover a bunch of old sprouted potatoes between the sheets, at the foot of the bed. When they said they had a surprise for me, I thought they were talking about the dinner…

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* That’s right people! It was a water bed, centered on a large Persian rug, with a tapestry for a bedspread. There was an incense burner, black light, and a bong on the “brick and board” stereo and book shelf.  A couple of bean bag chairs in one corner and a “spool table” for a night stand. There were several fluorescent (hence the black light) posters on the walls; Grateful Dead, Hendrix, Jefferson Airplane, and “war is not healthy for children and other living things…” My room was full of the standard, long hair, pot-head accoutrements of the era. If IKEA had been around in those days, I wonder if they’d have that set-up in one of their little display rooms?