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Summertime Blues

Summary:

Inspired by Janis Joplin's "Ball and Chain"

Stan and Ford take in the wonders of Woodstock '69 when a man offers the twins the opportunity to have a good time.

Notes:

Happy 4/20!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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The night is young at only 3:00 A.M. The air is fresh with a thick musk that clouds the thousands and thousands of fellow hippies, although Stan and Ford would never consider themselves as such. The music’s loud; Janis Joplin, the queen of blues rock herself, pours her heart and soul onstage for the people who have stuck around to endure the dead of the night.

“Work me Lord, Work me Lord

Please don’t you leave me, I feel so useless down here

With no one to love, though I’ve looked everywhere”

The twins lay on a small pocket of grass that is ever-so coveted on this farmland that’s essentially one large dirt field, but after the long spouts of rain during the Grateful Dead’s set, has turned to mud for the remainder of the night. They rest in a secluded spot in the back half of the crowd, having just come to retreat after working their way through to the front of the crowd for the previous act, which just so happened to be Stan’s favorite band of all time: Creedence Clearwater Revival.

CCR played all of Stan’s favorite songs: “Green River,” “Bad Moon Rising,” “Proud Mary,” and they came back for a ten-minute encore performance of Ford’s personal favorite of theirs, “Suzie Q.”  Stan couldn’t help but fan over John Fogerty’s complete command of the stage. He stood in tears about thirty feet from his idol, mouthing along to every song, mirroring Fogerty’s lips syllable-for-syllable. During the music breaks in some of the longer songs, Ford would take Stan by the waist and dance with him; their hips swayed together in perfect rhythm.

But now their eardrums do their best to recover from the blasting drums of Doug Clifford, the booming bass of Stu Cook, and the harmonious guitars of fellow brothers, John and Tom Fogerty.

“Hey there, lil’ dudes,” A man of probably twice their age kneels beside Stan, “you two need a refill on your fix?”

Ford looks at Stan, sleep deprived, and a little confused, “What’s he—?”

“Yeah, I mean, if you’re offering,” Stan’s left hand takes hold of Ford’s thigh, and in his right, the man hands him a white, tightly-wrapped, cigarette.

“Take it easy, dudes…” The man disappears through the crowd, into the still of the night.

Stan nestles the joint behind his ear so he can grab his lighter from t-shirt pocket.

“Stanley…did you just take—?”

“Relax Ford…he’s cool.” He puts the joint between his lips. He lights up and takes a long drag, holds his breath, and exhales slowly. He feels his eyes bulge out, even though they are secured behind his closed eyelids, and his body feels as though it’s going to sink through the grass. “You want a hit?”

“I don’t know, Stan. Isn’t it dangerous?”

Stan’s left hand squeezes Ford’s thigh, “I’ve done it lot’s of times, Sixer, and I feel great.”

Ford’s hand lays atop Stan’s on his thigh, “If you say it’s okay…I trust you.”

Stan grips the joint in his fingertips and places it gently on Ford’s lips. “When I light it, I need you to take a deep breath. You’re gonna try and hold it in as long as possible before you breath out, but if you have to cough, that’s alright.” He opens the zippo, “You ready?”

Ford nods.

Stan lights him up and Ford follows the instructions that were given to him.

Ford coughs harshly just as the exhale escapes his lips. “Holy shit, that burns…”

“Yeah, it usually does your first time, but it gets easier.” Stan laughs softly, and he’s lost in Ford’s beautiful ocean-blue eyes.

The twins share the fateful joint down to its nub. Their bodies warm, their minds swim, their hands roam.

Janis continues to wail;

“And I say oh, whoa, whoa, ,ow tell me honey,

Why does every single little thing I hold on goes wrong”

Stan falls forward and straddles Ford; his hands search Ford’s chest and begin to unbutton the yellow shirt. “Have I told you how much of you I see in John Fogerty?”

“Is that why you like him so much?”

“I want to ride him deep into the night, but I want to love you until the end of time,” he rips Ford’s shirt open and exposes the bare, hairless, smooth chest.

Ford shivers as the breeze blows against his skin, “Don’t you think you’re a little overdressed?”

Stan laughs through his teeth; his body vibrates as he wheezes at Ford’s cheesy cone back, “I’m gonna make sweet love to you, Fordsie, and I want the heavens to watch.” He peels off his t-shirt and tosses it beside them; he leans down and his lips meet the elder twin.

“Are you sure…I mean, out here?”

“I mean it,” another kiss leaves his lips, planting on Ford’s cheek. “Out here…everyone’s stoned out of their fucking minds…”

Notes:

Songs used:

“Work Me, Lord” by Janis Joplin
“Ball and Chain” by Janis Joplin

There’s a great chance I’ll come back to this and expand it a bit more, but I wanted to post something for the holiday lol

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