Memory does not fail, but transmogrifies.
In 1972 I was an all too callow youth of 18.
Engaged in an undistinguished academic careen. I was much more interested in my girlfriend’s sexual acquiescence and various pharmaceuticals, natural and artificial, than in, say, studying, or even going to class. But I was playing the part when I found [...]

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A Picture just arrived, from Lozelle, formerly Richard, Jennings, of Redimix apparently mixing it up in the Carmichael Hall. I do not remember the gig and I’m appalled by my posture and expression. I look like a recent immigrant from Fraggotoriodo. The shirt is the giveaway. I do remember that shirt and a gold-colored chain [...]

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