We went to a party at a friends house

His parents were gone.

They lived on Morgan Territory Road surrounded by bare sun baked hills and nary a tree for miles. 

At some point the road thinned to almost a single lane weaving on the edge of the cliffs, overlooking the hills and the entire valley. 

One guy would take a joint out of a giant bowl light it and then pass it. Pretty soon everyone had a joint. There were no girls at the party. We listened to an Emerson, Lake and Pakmers album called Tarkus about a giant machine tank armadillo battling flying dinosaur birds.