Psyched

I took a puff or three this afternoon, to no or little effect. It had been a year and I thought I should check in. Oh well, maybe try again.

Big Dave sent me a picture of Hippie Robert on an infamous plane charter we took over forty five years ago.

We were hanging out with the Dead and Warren Zevon's band back then, getting into all sorts of mischief at the hotel. I am quite skinny, I believe I was on a special Peruvian diet.

Sweet girl's name was Sue. We engaged in some serious fun a mile up in the air, pilot threatened to abort the trip. It was not destined to be a long relationship, she insisted on talking to me while I had my morning coffee and was dutifully engaged in reading the paper, a serious breach. Great while it lasted.

Here are a couple more pics of me during my psychonaut days, thought the fun and hijinx would go on forever, it didn't.