Do you wonder what was cooking George's brains when he wrote those lyrics? Mescaline? Orange Sunshine? We may never know. Reading his little trip makes me feel like I've OD'd on refined sugar.
Speaking of Orange Sunshine, the one time I got to hang out with Timmy Leary I asked him about why he turned states evidence against Owsley and others. He said, "[a2_stud] man, I was in solitary for FIVE YEARS. They used to beat the fuck out of me. They drugged me. They told me all kinds of shit to fuck with my head. I didn't know anything first-hand about Owsley anyway... it was all hearsay. It wasn't about him it was about discrediting *me*. So I decided to tell them everything they want to hear, and then the Black Panthers help me escape to Algeria. But the CIA got me back." Or something to that effect. He had tears in his eyes and I was kind of sorry I asked but fuck man how many times do you get to party with TL. I still miss him. He was a funny and wise person in a brilliant dumb-ass kind of way. Not a hero, more of a trickster, but a good man.
Look! I have a balloon-thingy next to my name! It's my bithday and I have a balloon! Whee!
Thanks for the birthday wishes. I appreciate it.
Your stock has definately gone up in my eyes for having hung out w/ Timothy Leary. I don't agree w/ most of his message - but you gotta love the conviction he felt.
P.S. Hunter S. Thompson and I share the same birthday and that is NOT a coincidence.
It doesn't take much energy to write journals... when I'm ready it just kind of flows out. Fortunately I type fast still sometimes I think too fast for my typing. I am curious. I read a lot, and think a lot.
"If I see less far than other men, it is because giants are standing on my shoulders"
