Feb 2022: Memoir one
INT/EXT: NIGHT – LATER – BAND BUS – MOVING
How to explain . . . I now find myself sitting at the front of a single decker bus/coach.
But I’m sitting on a step of some sort looking down at a hole in the floor of the bus/coach, seeing the headlight lit blur of the road. Occasionally looking across at me is the driver – Smiling.
I assume behind me was the band, their gear and my fellow groovy young things, in afghan coats and flared Levis – Toking away.
Now, the driver doesn’t know where he is going. But he is highly nice and very laid back. Possibly he was smoking dope – I only now realise that I was his guide.
And I’m in the midst of an Acid Trip.
So hold on.
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