Larchmont. 1979. Very drunk. Roommate opens the trunk of the car, reaches into a bag, pulls out and eats a sheet of blotter acid. Smiles like the cheshire cat. I cringe. Back in the bar. Lose him. Disappears for three days. I have no idea how I got home. None. That’s the 70’s.
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