monday, february 21st

Feb 2022: Memoir one


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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