Before the Beatles & I Made Acid Cool, there was Aldous Huxley — I like to think of Aldous Huxley standing a safe distance back from his California home watching it burn to the ground (This actually happened, the “home burning down” part). I like to think of him watching all his manuscripts, awards, and honors, photographs of friends and family and famous…

Yesterday I felt it again — I’ll be 75 years old on December 15th, and on Dec. 16th, I’ll be a day closer to 80 than I was the day before, closer to 70. And yet yesterday, and a few more times recently, I’ve felt ashamed of myself. Sometimes undeservedly so. Most times richly deserved. …

My dream last night informed me — Last night I dreamt that I was saying goodbye to Barrack Obama, shaking his hand. And I felt myself tearing up as I tried to find the right words to express to him how much I loved him as my President and Leader. When I woke up, I realized that…

I mean, are you REALLY serious? — In a moment of foolish, old man out-of-his-fuckin’-mind idiocy I jokingly, (I swear to Christ it was meant to be funny) suggested to a young, writer friend (yes, young, but an adult, married and everything) who looked in her pic every bit as pretty as these two above, I suggested…