Larry_Aguirre

The way it is, is that we use what we have, and reducing the senses to hearing and touch and smell - if you're sensitive, you will pick up on the reality that is around you.

Outside of a cough, nothing. It has been a lifesaver - being blind and having the good old herb

Dancing in the 60s, with acid in my head and the Grateful Dead jamming Johnny B Goode was a highlight for me - but before dancing came wrestling. I was wrestling champion in 1948 and '49, and that wrestling gave me the balance that I needed for dancing with 10,000 Dead heads.

Ever since my yellow female Lab, Anna Lee, was put down - its hard to imagine but so much time has gone by. Almost from the very beginning I wanted my Anna Lee to enter my dreams. Most of my smoking is early in the morning before I work out. I have a whole program that I do physically, it's a good hour to an hour and a quarter. Another time, when I smoke, is before every writing session, before the person comes that's going to take down the dictation I smoke a little bit, twist my mind, allow something to creep up, then slowly put arms and legs, a torso, a head. I also smoke when the getting is good and life is doing its best to meet me halfway. Right about then, I blow a little weed.

Over my lifetime there has been Mexican, Columbian, and assorted Thai, Panama Red - then California, which trumped everything else. It was a time