In short order, the crack pipes arrived and we toked up. Though I did this fairly gingerly, I was taking off for Alpha Centauri within a megasecond. I don’t know if I would agree with Timothy that it was “amazingly enlightening,” but it was sure one hell of a high.
In some ways, this could be an episode out of my own life (hey, Abbie Hoffman used to call my house to get in touch with a buddy of his who usually stayed with us when he was in town). I exchanged emails a few times with Roger when I was at the Inky. Seemed like a great guy. If I hadn't lost his email address, I'd drop him a line and compliment him on this.
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