Aug 6, 1981 - Continues.1

....Then came the crazy feelings, oh God, it was like ridin' a low rider at 50 on a dirt road with 3-foot potholes everywhere. Didn't know what to do, didn't know who to talk to, didn't know what the hell was going on. Didn't even understand my own thoughts and feelings. It was like smokin' one of those giant Cheech and Chong joints you know red and white with stripes and little stars in a blue background, perfectly rolled. Everybody smoked, without even knowing it, we got stoned for 7 months, then the sh** finally cleared. [more to come]