"Probably the bartender," I said. "He wanted to stomp you for what you said to the waitress." "Good Let's get out of here. Where's the elevator?" god! "Don't go that elevator," I said. "That's just what they us to do ... trap us in a near want steel box and take us down to the basement." I looked over my shoulder, but nobody was following. "Don't run," I said. "They'd like an excuse to shoot us." He nodded, seeming to understand. We walked fast along the big indoor midway shooting galleries, tattoo – parlors, money-changers and cotton-candy booths then out through a bank of glass – doors and across the grass downhill to a parking lot where the Red Shark waited. "You drive," he said. "I think there's something wrong with me." VIII "Genius 'round the world stands hand in hand, and one stock of recognition runs the whole circle round" Art Linkletter – Ilive in a quiet place, where any sound at night means something is about to happen: You come awake fast thinking, what does mean? that – Usually nothing. But sometimes ... it's hard to adjust to a city gig where the night is full of sounds, all of them comfortably routine. Cars, horns, footsteps ... no way to relax; so drown it all out with the fine white drone of a cross-eyed TV set. Jam the bugger between channels and doze off nicely. ... Ignore that nightmare in the bathroom. Just another ugly refugee from the Love Generation, some doom-struck gimp who couldn't handle the pressure. My attorney is not a candidate for the Master Game. And neither am I, for that matter. I once lived down the hill from Dr. Robert DeRopp on Sonoma Mountain Road, and one fine afternoon in the first rising curl of what would soon become the Great San Francisco Acid Wave I stopped by the Good Doctor's house with the idea of asking him (since he was even then a known drug authority) what sort of advice he might have for a neighbor with a healthy curiosity about LSD. I parked on the road and lumbered up his gravel driveway, pausing enroute to wave pleasantly at his wife, who was working in the garden under the brim of a huge seeding
"Probably the bartender," I said. "He wanted to stomp you for what you said to the waitress." "Good god! Let's get out of here. Where's the elevator?" "Don't go near that elevator," I said. "That's just what they want us to do ... trap us in a steel box and take us down to the basement." I looked over my shoulder, but nobody was following. "Don't run," I said. "They'd like an excuse to shoot us." He nodded, seeming to understand. We walked fast along the big indoor midway – shooting galleries, tattoo parlors, money-changers and cotton-candy booths – then out through a bank of glass doors and across the grass downhill to a parking lot where the Red Shark waited. "You drive," he said. "I think there's something wrong with me." VIII "Genius 'round the world stands hand in hand, and one stock of recognition runs the whole circle round" – Art Linkletter Ilive in a quiet place, where any sound at night means something is about to happen: You come awake fast – thinking, what does that mean? Usually nothing. But sometimes ... it's hard to adjust to a city gig where the night is full of sounds, all of them comfortably routine. Cars, horns, footsteps ... no way to relax; so drown it all out with the fine white drone of a cross-eyed TV set. Jam the bugger between channels and doze off nicely. ... Ignore that nightmare in the bathroom. Just another ugly refugee from the Love Generation, some doom-struck gimp who couldn't handle the pressure. My attorney is not a candidate for the Master Game. And neither am I, for that matter. I once lived down the hill from Dr. Robert DeRopp on Sonoma Mountain Road, and one fine afternoon in the first rising curl of what would soon become the Great San Francisco Acid Wave I stopped by the Good Doctor's house with the idea of asking him (since he was even then a known drug authority) what sort of advice he might have for a neighbor with a healthy curiosity about LSD. I parked on the road and lumbered up his gravel driveway, pausing enroute to wave pleasantly at his wife, who was working in the garden under the brim of a huge seeding
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