Last week on both Friday and Saturday, I walked to Penn Station to catch my train home, and I was hit in the face by three things: the smell of weed, the sound of jazz music, and the sight of hippies inhaling giant balloons into their dirty faces. I immediately hit my pal Rone up and said, “Buddy, I’ve wanted to make a video with you for a long time now. I think we have to mix it up with the drugged up Phish fans in the streets next week.” He agreed, and magic was made. The traveling circus of people we ran into were everything we expected and more. They even made us feel so at-home that we tried nitrous oxide, AKA “hippie crack”, which I don’t recommend!!!