Maybe you’ve gone and never known

 


Maybe you’ve gone and never known


    From the infamous acid tape, the recorded initial psychedelic voyage taken by myself, Greg and a couple of unplanned trip-takers. I had acquired a few hits of orange sunshine LSD and was anxious to try the much discussed experience. We did almost everything wrong and dropped around 7 pm at my little rented pad on Seminole street in Lynwood. It was a small wood structure built by the landlord Alvin who often visited the garage at the back of the lot to get a snootful. As novices, Greg and I tossed back our little pellets and waited for some effect. We had not planned out anything or prepared any supplies for the trip. Of all people Johnny  Knowlton and Tom Barney showed up and wanted in on the experience. Originally it was to be a bold move by teenage Greg and me to have a test run. I had an old tape recorder and I taped the evening. The resulting acid tape is beyond embarassing but still exists. We really did not want to hang out with the other two guys but sat with them for a while as the drug kicked in. In the beginning I started to feel anxious and went outside and noticed the roses on a bush by the house were glowing. The acid experience had begun! Greg and I kept trying to think up a way to get away from the other two trippers when the Bobcat showed up and took  what he was told was "just mescaline." We were leaning toward trying to drive to Westwood to find some "action" which really was Weyburn Hall where Ed Carroll resided with a bunch of hippie UCLA students. Then Greg's friend Zak showed up who considered himself some kind of LSD savant. He began trying to be a mystic-guru with statements pulled out of  his pretentious ass. We were righteously high by this time and trying to make sense of the rush of sensations that were rocketing around the front room of this small house. Zak began to ascribe magical powers to the acid and asked "have you looked in a mirror yet?' There, you would find your true self supposedly. I became pretty agitated and was anxious to get out of the confines, especially after the 60-something Alvin showed up dead drunk and said stuff like "at least you can still get a hard-on" This did not bode well. After Frank tried to speak more on the magical land we were headed for I questioned his wisdom. He then spoke the profound "maybe you've gone and never known." Greg and I scoffed at this ostentatious nonsense and invented an excuse to escape the three fellow travellers. Bobcat had places to go and bowls of rice crispies to listen to before he was through and had split before this oracle of acid had voiced his glimpses into the unknnown. Life had begun to change indeed.




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