The Eucalyptus Grove on the Berkeley campus is another one of those odd spots where I’ll often get this vaguely haunted feeling when I pass by. I’ll see the exact spot where I was sitting on this afternoon in 1993, playing my guitar and tripping on acid. And it’s like being transported back into a time capsule. I’ll remember all these details from that day. As well as all the people I was involved with back then. I can see all their faces in my mind. And all the situations I was in the middle of in my personal life. As well as the entire world of Berkeley circa 1993 that I lived in back then.
All gone now. But that spot by that tree is still here.
Acid Heroes 
I am still here
eca
i member
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndI9vkgw_1Y
when hate
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hate_Man
wanted to be buried there
Dude
it sounds like you are crying with a mouth
full of blue pills
empty that shit out
take one red pill
see how it goes
your friend
Pythagoras
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