Tuesday, June 27, 2006

91 of 210 : Dewey

One warm spring evening a bunch of us gathered at his house. The stereo blasted Santana’s Sacred Fire while we discussed Terence McKenna’s True Hallucinations, drank beer, laughed, drummed. There was something terribly potent about that night, some ineffable quality of the energy, that still makes my heart beat faster.


At Tuesday, June 27, 2006 8:21:00 AM, Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

I miss him, and nearly wrote one about him yesterday. Nicely done.


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