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Okay, I'm completely delusional. I haven't slept really in several days. I just got back from LotR RotK.

And yet all I can think about are obscure thoughts about years ago in college when I was invited to a diner where I met Henry Kissinger at a Foreign Policy Conference.

I was a vivacious journalist for an underground leftist student newspaper. I had written several condemning pieces against the college administration. I had blantantly accused them of being capitalist swine in the more proper newspapers and School press.

And yet, I was invited to this conference with Kissinger and former heads of the CIA.

It was and still is the most bizarre moment in my life. Before I read any Hunter S. Thompson, I was living a Gonzo Jounralist lifestyle.

But there I was, two tables in front of Henry Kissinger. I was wearing tye dyed shirt, ragedy clothes and I was stoned out of my mind. And they were giving me alcohol.

Meanwhile, my friends were outside protesting. And I was the one who still doesn't know why I was invited.

But I'm sure I have an FBI file.

And these were the days of Clinton.

I'd hate to think of what it'd be like to do the things I did in college nowadays.

And this is just one of many that I did.