I materialized one morning in the Berkeley Hills at age 33. Walking barefooted up Euclid Avenue with Mendelssohn playing in my brain, I stopped for a minute to have a smoke. I jotted down a detailed diagram of the universe on the back of a pack of Camels, then I travelled back in time to the Interzone and became a fly on the wall while WSB wrote his first book. I then became a visual artist because middle-management types were absent in that field and because I loved the smell of oil paints & turp. During the Depression I rode freights with Woody & Cisco and later introduced Jack Kerouac to Benzedrine to help him overcome writer's block. In 1964 I shared a room with Mario Savio and took inordinate quantities of LSD with Tim, Alan, and Sasha. Lately I have been investigating a little-known phenomenon called Inverse Quantum Universal Interstellar Travel (I QUIT) and continue to struggle with my lifelong addiction to DMT & intranasal bufotenine.