Tombstones in their eyes
Just like the famous lyrics say, I’ve seen a lot of people walking around with tombstones in their eyes. And I guess it’s a case of, it takes one to know one. I certainly qualified, but that was a long time ago. I’m grateful to have survived, but I’m also grateful for the memories. The years in which I came of age were special years indeed.
In 1971, I was 18 years old, living North Carolina. My friends and I went to see Steppenwolf in Greensboro or Goldsboro, some place like that. Acid was the drug of choice in those days. What abandon, what reckless youthful abandon.