I also wish everyone would read Kevin Booth’s chapter in Bill Hicks: Agent of Evolution on the comedian’s psychedelic opening, which was actually a mushroomed ufological experience on a ranch near Fredericksburg, Texas (up in the Hill Country, not far from where I write these lines), on the Harmonic Convergence of 1987 no less. The planets had lined up, literally. So had the plants and the humans.
