Even on a beautiful sunny day, the Pacific Ocean can stir up some gigantic shore pounding swells.
While the ladies went for a walk and weary from not sleeping much over the last four days, I started playing Led Zeppelin’s “Dazed and Confused” in my mind concert-loud.
Combined with the sound of the waves I started feeling very uncomfortable.
Wanting to head home right away, I anxiously awaited for my friends return.
While climbing the hill to the car Wendy said that she was starting to also feel not so well.
Sandy recommending that we should stop on the way home and get something to eat at Westlake Joe’s, I gruffly said that the last thing I needed was to be in public.
Passing Doggie Diner and heading down 19th Avenue, the streets were cracking, smoking and rolling like waves before my very eyes!
Sandy kept her wits and could keep Wendy from totally losing it while guiding me the best that she could.
Finally arriving at Wendy’s, Doug was already sitting on the couch like a big Buddha with his arms crossed ready to rain hellfire.
Now for sure freaking out, I felt my spirit leave my body and was seeing myself from the 14 foot ceiling above.
Scolding me for not heeding his take a break recommendation, Doug said that he would call an ambulance for me if I did not straighten up soon; which only served to increase my paranoia.
After draining four tall beers and a few shots of bourbon, I started to level out and began
re-entering my body.
This was psychedelic trip #40 and I had to drop acid and mescaline 10 more times to prove to myself that I did not have a weak mind.
Thank God, #50 was my last kiss the sky experience and it was heavenly.
Since Doug and Wendy lived across the street from Golden Gate Park and around the corner from the Jefferson Airplane, we were always in tune with what was going on in the world.
Shocked by the killings at Kent State, Nixon sneakily invading Cambodia without permission, the Beatles breaking up and 100,000 protesting the Vietnam War in Washington DC., these were tumultuous times to be living in counterculture San Francisco.
Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.
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