Read between July 27 - August 28, 2017
‘Well, shit, if I can’t get any, obviously there’s only one other way out. Go to the library.’
When Phil Lesh politely declined Owsley’s offer to take acid with him one night, Owsley told him, “The band is my body. You are my left leg. My left leg is asleep. You must get high.” Knowing it was useless to argue about it, Lesh complied with Owsley’s demand.
He is a prince of inefficiency, the essence at its most perverse of what the Dead refuse to give up.
The main thing to know about Augustus Owsley Stanley III is that his trajectory through life has been flatter than any other person I have ever known.