Life In The Psychedelicatessen

Here, in order from the top, is the story of my wandering into the world of LSD-assisted psychotherapy … a strange tale indeed, and kids, don’t try this at home …

Best to all,

w.

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Another Tale of Derring-Don’t

Well, now that Justice Kavanaugh has endured the attempted suspension of the presumption of innocence, and the passions are dying down, I thought I’d write some more about my crazy life. I made a big swear when I was a young man that if I were given a choice between security and adventure, I’d always…

The Makena Munch

Well, in my first post in a convoluted tale of how I ended up living in an LSD-assisted psychotherapy commune in Hawaii, entitled Another Tale of Derring-Don’t, I forgot to mention what happened in Mexico on our way out of town. So let me back up a bit. David and I had gotten into a…

Mushroom-Shaped Clouds In Makawao

As promised, my path to the LSD-assisted psychotherapy community was long and circuitous. This is part three. I wrote about the first part here, and the second part here. As that second part ended, in 1971 I was 24 and living on Makena Beach, a nude beach on the island of Maui. Hey, a young…

The Group

I’ve detailed the periphrastic and circuitous path that led me to Makawao in three posts, One, Two, and Three. When I left off, Dave and I had just finished building a boat, I was living in the projection room of an old theater, I was making good money as a cabinetmaker, and I was set…

A Week In The Nuthouse

It’s a curious thing to write about a time that is now 45 years in the past. Autre temps, autre moeurs, as they say, other times, other customs. Looking back, it was an innocent time, the start of the Seventies. And I was young and foolish, as I suspect I’ve amply demonstrated in the first…

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