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| The started off with dexedrine, which was about the only mind-changer going in those days. This phase is perhaps best represented in Peter's account of a "Reed Tea Ceremony" in his Psychedelic Baby Reaches Puberty . . . which brings out how nobody participating appeared to notice a synergistic 5 mg. amphetamine boost to the tea. Yet two lovers who had been doing their best to stay apart even announced their intention to get married! |
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| Then there was Asmador, and Romilar-CF. Peter's only really bad trip (which did actually end up in a hospital) he also described in Psychedelic Baby Reaches Puberty. This was occasioned by "Hub's Cough Suppressant," which was said to be Romilar. Much of this trip is captured in Peter's "Underneath Reality," which concludes shortly after Peter's asking the attending physician to tell his friend that he would be all right -- just to reassure him. Peter then declared to Mike that the two of them were "going straight down this hall, where we'll turn left, then right." An hour later, back at a friend's house in San Francisco, the episode seemed hardly real. |
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| Then somehow Padrewski found out about peyote. Before long the group was sending $15 off each month to Johnson's Cactus Ranch in Loredo, Texas. The return mail brought 200 large peyote buttons, about which they knew essentially nothing. One who got these buttons actually went into a police station to ask whether they were illegal. (Peter thought this inadvisable.) The cops there didn't know a thing about peyote. It was okay in Oregon, illegal in California. |
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| This gang's favorite approach was to start off at movies. Back in those days, most of these were yet in black-and-white -- and Peter and the others would take the appearance of color flashes to recognize that it was time to visit friends. They ate this succulent (!) after the house lights dimmed. None ever got sick. | ||||||||||||||||||||
| Peter's first trip on peyote was explained earlier as being "essentially like drinking beer." He took a bus downtown to catch the effects. The first thing Peter noticed upon getting off the bus was a building that seemed to wink at him. Then it occurred to him that as he made his way across the street he was shrinking with each step. By the other side, he was down in a gutter -- trying his best to get up into a driveway. He had the feeling he was somewhere on Mars, with giant, bronze leaves hovering above him. Since he was of two minds -- one of his being downtown after having taken peyote, and the other concentrating upon Mars -- Peter thought the way to calm this down might be by way of eating. He went into a hamburger joint, where he felt restored to normal size momentarily -- though he then seemed to alternate between being there, and also stuck in 19th century Russia, admiring a fantastically carved samovar in front of him. He previously had thought this a clock! |
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| In the Spring of '62, Peter heard that LSD was available in San Francisco. He's one of the few people who ever went out of their way to get it. But he did so -- and found it within two days! This LSD was on green Vitamin C tabs. He brought several back with him to Portland. |
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