Heroes. It’s an ironic word. They were heroes in a way. They were pioneers. They were bold explorers, exploring the uncharted realms of the human mind. They were goddam space cowboys. And the rolled the dice for real. They risked their sanity in the search for the higher states of consciousness. The quest for the Holy Grail. Cosmic Consciousness. And you could say they added some color and light and music to an otherwise gray world. Some of the other stuff they did I wasn’t so crazy about. I guess I was just a hero-worshipper. And they were all Great Men in a way. We just wanted to get high! Was that so wrong? We just wanted to feel happy. But we couldn’t figure out how to get there. And stay there.
Ace Backwords is a former cartoonist, writer and semi-normal human being. He's been sleeping in the bushes in the Berkeley hills for the last ten years with his four feral cats, Moo Cat, Fatty, Mini Scaredy and Micro Scaredy. Future plans include growing old and dying. Preferably in that order.
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