"I used to chase hippy girls, and let me tell you, their furry little armpits tend to harbor a powerfully attractive feminine odor that would put this boy in a very vulnerable position. Is what we'd do is, we'd drive up to some hippy neighborhood, like Fairhaven in Bellingham, or down to Fremont, and then we'd sit in my friends bus with a couple of boxes of granola. We'd be wearing lots of beads and shit, pony-tail wigs, whatever. Anyway, as much as anything, the granola seemed to lure them in better than all our "props" and marijuana music. Of course, we lured our share of squirrels."