You know ’em when you see ’em: The idealists, the dreamers, the home schooled children, and self-proclaimed Messiahs holding handmade signs that say “I need a miracle.” They love to hug, yet their hungry, vacant eyes look a thousand yards past you.
They are, of course, the Not-Deadheads. And they’re coming to a town near you.
The Not-Deadheads may seem freaky, but they’re mostly harmless. They’re just chasing bliss on the tail of Captain Trips, man. Don’t kill their buzz, and they won’t harsh your mellow.