Who: Shrooms & LSD What: Discussions big and small Where: the hotel room When: on return from the net cafe Warnings: Language, drugs, TBD
Harmony didn't need a CD or headphones to remember the sounds of the Grateful Dead - they were scored hard into his psyche, along with memories of Ken Kesey at La Honda and Venison Chilli that spread him around to EVERYONE and fuck the cops that found them too who didn't know what was going on and were unnerved by his presence there. The Merry Pranksters and flying over the cuckoo's nest and the piano burning down on Perry Lane.
He became Stark Naked and cuddled up with a Hell's Angel in the arms of a tree while they listened to Dylan being homesick in a way that made sense to him. And Mountain Girl...
Jerry was scored in there, not just a soundtrack, following Furthur before he joined them and they made...
Anyway. As bad as it was for LSD he knew it had to be just as bad for Classic, but being with the god who'd been through much of that with them had been a comfort. He hoped it had worked both ways. He was making his way back to the hotel now, slinking in unnoticed past the front desk and on up to their room. He was surprised to find that he still had a key, and he let himself in to go and lie face-down on the bed before he turned a little and pulled his knees to his chest.