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          I learned something valuable the day I took my first acid trip. I had this friend named Pot-roast. His name was actually Dan and I don't know how he got his nick-name. I knew him for years before I heard anyone call him anything other than Pot-roast.  I met him at camp when I was 15 and he was about a year older. He had long hair down to his shoulders and parted in the middle like John on the White Album, only he wore old fashioned tortoise shell glasses. He was a vegetarian, politically astute and he played guitar. He had a sort of make believe rock band called The Rocky Mountain Oysters. He knew a lot about music and he became a mentor to me.

            He used to play me songs off of LPs like Pet Sounds and Notorious Byrd Brothers and Truly Fine Citizen and tell me why they were great. He also smoked Marijuana and took LSD, like our heroes, which I had never done. Our friendship reached its peak when I was 18 and living in Los Angeles at my mom's house. In a few weeks time I would leave LA and never live with a parent again, so this was really the final days of my childhood.

Pot-roast invited me to take LSD with him and his friends at the home of these amazing sisters he knew. There were four beautiful sisters that lived in this big house in Culver City.  When I saw Kate Hudson in "Almost Famous" a few years ago I thought about these sisters. They were just like that. Very very groovy. They had a pool and a trampoline at their house. So I went. I had begun smoking pot by that time but I had never taken acid. The LSD we took was called Window Pane. I took it but I did not feel much. I was not exactly on the Magic Bus or anything. But it was very pleasant to be with a bunch of groovy people on a lovely summer's day. We had taken a long walk through the grass in Hancock Park. And now we were hanging at the sister's house. Pot-roast had put on the music of course. After a while we were all outside jumping on the trampoline and it was so much fun. I was feeling very good. I was thinking that I had never felt so good before. This was the world's most perfect moment. Music, friends, youth, beauty, sunshine, laughter.

And then someone said "Let's go sit by the pool." I was panicked for a moment. No, I thought. I did not want my perfect moment to end so soon. Would it ever be so perfect again? I wanted to hold onto it - but it was gone. Everyone was moving and I could not stop them. With or without me the moment had passed and I had no choice but to move on.

A short time later I was sitting with my feet in the water of the blue pool. The sun warmed my back. Pot-roast had his guitar and was singing a song in his thin voice. I had never heard the song before.

 

Come down off your throne

And leave your body alone

Somebody must change

You are the reason I've been waiting all these years

Somebody holds the key

Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time

Well, I'm wasted and I can't find my way home

 

I looked around at the people by the pool and at my sweet friend with his long hair hanging down, and realized that another perfect moment had replaced the last one. It hit me that I did not need to fear the future. I did not need to be afraid to move on. Something just as great will come in a bit and it will not change or diminish the great thing that had come before it. I had an epiphany. An LSD epiphany! I never forgot it or the lesson it taught me. I get sad when things I love change. I like the way things are mostly, but I do not fear the change.

 

            Pot-roast is always called Dan now. He was the first of my friends to go bald. When I was about 23 I realized that his musical tastes were stuck in the 60's and he was no longer a mentor to me. We drifted apart and other friends and lovers came and went. We still keep in touch every once in a while. I saw him and a bunch of our old friends a few years ago when they came with their wives and children to a rented beach house near where I live. We had fun. Pot-roast picked the music of course and we had a discussion about whether or not they should have left Revolution #9 off The White Album. We had had that conversation a few times.  Time to move on.

 





    Recent Comments
Mar 29, 2007 11:01:52 AM
Groovy, man. :) Very nice writing. You capture an era.
Mar 21, 2007 4:03:42 PM
Real nice story Gary......Welcome to Drumtable.com

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Gary Shapiro is host of From the Bookshelf, a weekly literary program on KUSP 88.9 fm in Santa Cruz, CA. He has taught middle school for 17 years and is a minister and MFA student. He is married to the artist Robynn Smith and was once the winning answer given by Florence Henderson on a game show.
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