1971 The winter days were getting warmer, the snow still piled on the ground making everything white. The air was crisp and cool and it felt as though it had been miraculously cleaned of all that ails us. We got to South Mountain early, six of us cutting school to do acid in the woods all day. And that's what we did. Pink Flats, these little flat round pink pills about the size of the "o" on your keyboard. Me, Ann, Tom and several others, with a few joints, some wine and acid. We spent the day playing in the woods like children, everything appearing so new, bright and sparkly. We left at sunset, ready for the warmth of home and a good meal.
Friday, May 30, 2008
We hitchhiked and walked everywhere rarely paying attention to how long it took to get there or how long it might take to get back. From the rolling hills of Short Hills to Livingston, West Orange and Morristown, we played everywhere and anywhere, and then we all moved on. Like summer off from school, September came and we all disappeared into our individual worlds far from where we had once been and never to be revisited again.
at 6:15 PM Posted by Jeff Prager