Don't you want somebody to love...

Overview

A psychedelic purple haze of crystal blue persuasoins, midnight sensations, love-ins, be-ins, bare breasts, long legs wrapped in skin tight bell bottoms, sweet tight buns swaying to the rhythm of the San Francisco streets...'scuse me while I kiss the sky. Sin City and Fred Lincoln flashback to those times and those foxy ladies that made us all eight miles high and stiff as a brick.