Hollywood Hospital was the last hospital treating alcoholics with LSD. The alcoholics had much better rooms than I did. They had curtains and rugs. I needed to hallucinate and talk to God a little less, and they were supposed to hallucinate and talk to God a little more. I needed a little more bondage of self. They needed a little less. An alcoholic named Wally tells me I’m not in charge anymore. He says I did a good job and everyone is grateful. I can relax and take care of myself. I’m much relieved. I talked with Lincoln and Twain and Dostoyevsky and played saxophone with Coltrane. Van Gogh
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