In the late 70s, I had the questionable priveledge of rooming with an acid freak. (The lady in the housing office said, "Do you want a roommate who smokes. I said no. She didn't smoke tobacco.) She had seen and done a lifetime more than I had, and spent most of it high. Which meant she didn't remember what she'd seen an done. I always thought young people should know that. I was surprised when I heard about the ball player who pitched a no hitter high on LSD. When Michelle dropped acid she used to fall over the desks in our room. She didn't see them. That took some effort.
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