Been a long time since I had any worth dropping. A long time. November 1973 a co-worker returned here (Sarasota Fl) from visiting family in San Francisco and brought back a small container of fat little orange tablets. Never since have I experienced anything so lucid, clean, warm, and profoundly enjoyable. After dark, my brother Bob and I rode our bicycles from Siesta Village down to the beach and explored a playground called 'Sandyland'. What a blast! Then across the Intracoastal bridge to Gulf Gate Mall, where everything seemed constructed of semi-transparent plasticene in a christmas-y kaleidoscope of transmogrifying, impossible colors. On into McDonalds, where I absolutely couldn't stop myself from guffawing at the poor girl behind the counter, whose eyes looked three times the size they should've been, like a startled Miss Piggy. My brother tore right in to his burger. Mine looked like a pathetically shriveled dead thing when I lifted the top of the bun for a peek. I threw it away in revulsion. On the way back to the island some guy in a ratty little hatch-back sedan pulled over ahead of us and offered us a lift back to the village. He was white, gay, and had a teased-up Afro, and was sucking on a joint stuck into the end of a foot along cigarette holder, which he generously passed back to us. We ended the adventure around 3 am staring at dry leaves swirling around the open-air laundromat in the warm night-wind coming off the gulf. Now, if I could only find something of that quality again, my oh my...
