Hippie Heaven

Carl is one of those true blue Hippies who didn't give up the Hippie cause despite the death of the 1970s, John Lennon and Jimi Hendrix. He just went right on to live his days out in tie-dye and leather flipflops. Oh, and he had an average of 10 peace symbols on him at any one time. In fact, it was rumoured that he was born with a birth mark, the shape of the peace symbol, on his left buttcheck, which gave his 1950s, middle-class parents a mild heart-attack and stroke respectively. But that's just a rumour.

He died a happy man at the age of 68, leaving behind a life of mass orgies and marijuana. The Pearly Gates that greeted him was asplashed with psychedelic colours and he felt right at home. For a few Forevers, he revelled in the Holy decadence of Hippie-dom. Even God wore a beaded headband and a pair of baggy pants.

Then it turned out that it wasn't really Heaven. For he met a lawyer in the streets one day. But he just shrugged and went about his usual business. After all, there are scores of different paradises for different people.

Choose your own poison I will say.