- Watoga Estates: Up near the bar, on the table with the umbrella , southeastern corner.
Mom, "that boy" isn't a hippy, he's an artist. Hippies are poor. He's loaded.
And that's not drugs, that's patchouli... okay, and maybe with a little sweat mixed in. I think it's sexy smelling.
Just tell those stuck up hags to get a grip. They don't just let anyone live here. He's bona fide.