We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
Yeah, I'm old....but damn did we have fun. Looked forward to each concert back then. Along with Jefferson Airplane, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Big Brother, Moby Grape, Grateful Dead.....it was amazing. Didn't really think we were making history, we just went, danced, loved every moment and went home. As I said, damn it was fun.