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 William S. Burroughs wrote Naked Lunch. 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 Guthrie and soon after introduced Jack Kerouac to Benzedrine® to help him overcome writer's block. In 1964 I shared a room with Mario Savio and took industrial quantities of LSD with Timothy Leary, Alan Watts and Sasha Shulgin. 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 intranasal bufotenine.