Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

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Back in the 1990s I used to like to hang out at the Eucalyptus Grove on the Berkeley campus. I’d bring my guitar and smoke pot and drop acid and sing my weird songs to the Cosmos. . . When I walk through there nowadays it’s like an acid flashback. And I’ll remember the person I thought I was back then. And all the people I knew back then. And all the weird dramas I was in the middle of back then. All gone now. And its like looking back on a movie about somebody else. Even as I know that person was me. He seems like somebody else. Somebody I was only vaguely acquainted with. Somebody I used to know a long time ago. But only remember a few hazy details about . . .

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