The contrast from the winding road down to sunset blvd. from aloft in coldwater canyon
To the flatlands of west Hollywood as the pure L.S.D. 25 weaved extra surreal dimensions dimension on top of dimensions skewed dimensions abutting and intermixing all seemed to make sense in the world of lsd,
The institute perched on a hilltop looking down onto the courtyard of all people Frank Sinatra.
Dr chandler endlessly giggling, what a happy bastard, peeing out of a tree as we pulled up my driver buddy Jim notes the doctor needs help.
Jim was a sharp con having traveled 2 lives with him his shots were easy to call.
Before we were out of high school jim had a deluxe apartment off the strip a new jaguar and a model live in girlfriend ,perks of the criminal mind/
The lsd started hitting me an my liver bile erupted wow never ever forget that.
The huge speaker’s uttered music SO bizarre with the audible sounds of a women oozing out her total supply of sauce. Puking years of cigarettes and booze, now appeared to exact their toll.
3 hours ,all is ecstasy, Billie is guiding me through tubes into a kaleidoscope of alternative universes. As I fly forward on a incline, almost like a parachute landing,on to a green, peaceful, idyllic hillside, where a young couple grabbed up their picnic gear and started running.
Later Billie told me that I scared the people at the lsd center, I guess my endless weightlifting had made me fearsome, later to play important scenario in the reality, alive meat dream, called incarnate life .Like a psychosis, we must keep believing the sentence of the flesh in order to benefit from it, as a penance, my oldest west Hollywood farmhouse became the place to hook up with the real 25 .
In order to finish out my 3 year special program progressive education, business courses
I ran a nightclub, downtown, next to the F.B.I. bldg in the
basement of the once prosperous Cortez hotel [an encapsulated Damon Runyon dream
set of guys, who wore fedoras for real. A mix of with F.B.I. judges, cops gangsters,
murderers,
Was nothing to see 10000$ laying on the bar top, this back in 1962, cops mafia, who would have the nerve to fuck with these guys.
Mix in the guys who worked a the track and at the baseball stadium for hot tips
In this large 7 story hotel, somewhere, there you could get, or fix anything; anything goes here everything goes here keep your mouth shut
I lived out my nights here, slurping down scotch, hustling games, pocketing 100 -150 fucking gorgeous whores ,beef jerk, I had it all
Looking back now at those nights zooming down the freeway, at 3 am ,100 miles an hour, blind drunk, why was I spared. My answer came to me later laying in a casket of ice waiting to die.
