It was 1971, and psychedelics were readily available to me and affordable. A hit of Mr. Natural or Purple Haze went for two bucks, which I could panhandle in less than an hour on Boston Commons. If I chipped in with friends and bought a whole sheet of blotter acid, it cost even less.
Michele — not sure if it’s merely coincidence, I think the Medium feature editors have a hand in it too — my feed this week is laced, pun intended, with all manner of stories about mind altering trips, good and bad. This is the week I learned the terms ayahuasca and salvia. (btw, does that make me sound like a total drug neophyte? really I’m curious)
Also, I notice an uptick in New England references — always a pleasant surprise, as Boston is among my several adopted hometowns, and near the top of the favorites list.