Acid King: RIP Owsley Stanley

I'm a bit late on this but i figured i needed to post it, the godfather of quality acid died a couple weeks back in New Zealand and if you watch the clip you can learn all about the Bear (thanks VH1)... see you either try LSD and never try it again or you try it and say "that was the best fucking thing ever", i fell into the later and once i got on that train i stayed on for a long time. The summer of 91 was the summer of the blue peace signs, good clean fun any way you slice it and i couldn't even tell you how many i tossed in my mouth while living in my one room above a t-shirt shop in Ocean City, usually i tripped 6 nights a week but hell after awhile i lost count you know, they say that if you've dropped more than 7 times in your life that you are legally insane, an urban myth i believe cuz if that's the case i'm insane an hundred times over, though i've never tried to actually count, but there was the summer of 91 which was one long trip, there were the days of me and the good Doctor being The Bad Acid Kings at Podunk U., basically eating all kinds of shitty acid that gave you no visuals but made you grind your teeth for hours on end, there was the girl back in 94 and 95 walking down the boardwalk to where i worked all pie-eyed and handing me hits while i was at work at the Fry Hut, there have been blotter, liquid, sugar-cubes, micro-dots, all eaten with a smile, i've tripped in the summer fall winter and spring, in the country and in the city, at clubs, in my apt., in strangers apts, while walking down streets, by myself, with friends, in various cities, with various females and i can honestly sit here and tell that not once did i have a bad time, not once did i even have an ok time, every time was a fucking good time and some of them were great and some were fucking life changing events where i had unlocked the secrets of the universe only to forget to write it down. I could easily sit here and tell you enough stories to fill a very large and long book but in honor of Owsley i'm only gonna tell one... It was Labor Day weekend and this girl and i had nothing to do and the next day off so we decided to eat some sugar cubes, of course as i threw it in my mouth i said Oh Shit, that was a heavy dose, so heavy you could taste it and so i asked her what she needed and i ran to the store, it was a warm day with big puffy clouds and once in the store i could feel the rush coming on so i left my sunglasses on and wandered around the mini-mart for about 20 minutes cuz i was on the way up and couldn't remember half of what i came for, basically a lot of Gatorade, some Life-Savers, gum, a bag of pretzels, some smokes and all the while it felt like i was doing quantum physics and there was a lot of people milling around and looking very strange and the lights were fucking with me through my sunglasses and when i finally paid and hit the humid air i felt like jelly, a big giggling mass of jelly cuz i had a permanent grin stuck to my face, so i walked back to the apt. and up to the second floor and this girl was sitting there looking worried and basically she was tripping so hard she was starting to lose it so i began talking her down and i don't know how long it took but it took awhile and i told her it was cool, the door is locked and we have like supplies and shit and there are a couple of really mellow cats walking around and right on cue one jumped up and laid in her lap and she started to breathe and since we were both so whacked we turned on the telly, to tell you how high i was we began watching Selena for some reason, the J. Lo movie and it was about half way through the damn thing when i looked over at my tripping mate and said "when are they gonna start speaking fucking English?" and she laughed and said "they are" and i said "bullshit, just listen the whole movie's in Spanish" and she just smiled and shook her pretty little head and i sat there and concentrated really hard and was like "well fuck me it is English" and proceeded to elucidate on how i was really just translating in my head but didn't know enough Spanish to do that but somehow i did, of course after that we were like fuck this and watched a Planet of the Apes marathon and around 11pm or so we walked up to the pizza shop to get a pie and the breeze was cool and it seemed that every other human we came upon was completely out of their minds, but not us, by the time we got pack with our pizza and soda we locked the door again and both laughed at how fucked up the outside world was, after that it gets blurry but i do think i remember hearing the birds chirping as the sun came up the next morning... so in the words of James Marshall Hendrix, Owsley can you hear me?