Late in the summer of 1967, a new king, that is, a new kind, of acid, Blue Wedge, washed up on the shores of the San Francisco Bay. Very potent LSD, Blue Wedge.
I was peaking on Blue Wedge the night I heard “I Am The Walrus” the very first time. I am convinced that event permanently warped my brain circuitry for the rest of my life. This image reminds me of the dimension I was hurtling through just moments before the song came on the radio.
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“I Am The Walrus” after the jump.