Memoir - Easter 1974
It was sunny then.
We were - some of us - coming down from LSD. In my memory my friends are there, but vague. I am vague to them.
We are in the west end, near Stanley Park. A strange place for suburban boys to be. A golf course, the buildings are tall. The sun soaks into everything, even my blue jeans. My hair is a fizzy halo in the sun. I am shaking a little. I am coming down. I concentrate on the coming down. Pass time, pass. Ross wants to eat. In my mind my stomach is a beaker of chemicals.
We were - some of us - coming down from LSD. In my memory my friends are there, but vague. I am vague to them.
We are in the west end, near Stanley Park. A strange place for suburban boys to be. A golf course, the buildings are tall. The sun soaks into everything, even my blue jeans. My hair is a fizzy halo in the sun. I am shaking a little. I am coming down. I concentrate on the coming down. Pass time, pass. Ross wants to eat. In my mind my stomach is a beaker of chemicals.
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