Memoir Madness: driven to involuntary commitment
Stoney pulls himself together and announces he’s hitchhiking to New York City to sell 500 tabs of acid–minus the 13 he dropped on New Year’s Eve.
I beg him not to go–hitching cross country is too dangerous. Cops, rednecks, thieves, killers, all just waiting to arrest, beat up, roll, or even kill someone careless like Stoney.
Devil-may-care Stoney. I’ve never met anyone who was so slapdash with dope.
If the doors of perception were cleansed then everything would appear to man as it is: infinite.--William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
...The world as it appears to me is my creation, and for it I must assume responsibility. Given, as the bricks out of which I can build a universe, is a chaotic kaleidoscope of colors, shapes, sounds, moods, hopes, fears, joys, pains, ideas, movements...Out of this anarchy, I organize a world for myself. I subdue the disordered shapelessness into a world by choosing one out of an infinity of possible structures.--Peter Koestenbaum, Existentialism: Philosophical Anthropology
To die before you’ve reached the sky is tragedy--the sky is always an inch away from our fingertips--no matter how high we may reach.
--Jeff A. Brown
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