LSD
me in my studio at art college In 1988 my friends introduced me to The Grateful Dead, taking me to 2 shows in Hartford, Connecticut. I hadn’t used LSD before, but I was a well-established stoner. The first night, some guy with sweaty palms sold us LSD tabs, and I think the LSD was sucked off into perspiration then absorbed into his skin. He was probably tripping balls, but we weren’t. I found my first Dead show to be boring. My friends exclaimed, “Boring! Didn’t the LSD…” No, no it didn’t. They told me they’d be sure it was good, effective LSD for the next show. And, oh my, it certainly was. my mementos from Grateful Dead shows I remember spinning around the perimeter of the convention center all night, my fairy skirt twirling with me, as I figured out everything about my life. I mea...