Flighty and flaky, yes, but definitely not prone to deep thinking I know how I was at that age, and introspective I was not. I just wish acid weren’t so dangerous.I stopped short. That trip on Christmas Eve was the best ever. I keep telling Jeff that we can mimic the psychedelic experience without acid, but, as much as I might wish otherwise, that’s not exactly true.Īcid does magnify the psychedelic experience a hundred times over. It has been so hard to put down completely, though I know I must never drop acid, ever again. Then there’s acid time: super slow and rapturous–maybe that’s why so many ex-heads turn into Jesus Freaks. Maybe it’s because I didn’t know when I was going to get out. I have this thing about the way time moves sometimes, it zooms by (when you’re having a good time, like at a party), and, sometimes, it crawls. Shortly after I was released from Cherokee, I still struggled with my resolve to abstain from LSD and its relationship to the measured movement of time: Then about halfway through, I stopped short at this passage, where I, in 2004, attributed a quote to my 18-year-old self: The text seemed fairly polished, and I was feeling very pleased with myself. I realize that a text can never be “perfect,” but I thought it was worth one more go-through before committing it to print publication.Īnd I was moving along at a fairly fast clip. For the past month or so, I have been going through Memoir Madness with a fine-tooth comb, tightening up the text (I have a tendency to overwrite) and fixing minor flaws.
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