the current book i'm reading
martin torgoff's can't find my way home:
america in the great stoned age, 1945-2000
presented me with an idea i have long
thought about, wished for and hoped
would someday return to me:
"as compelled as we were over the years to try to recapture the sweet, giddy rush of that first year of highs, it would turn out to be
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