Sitting at my Aunt Cat’s surrealistic middle world apartment. –Warren Robins Georgia. With no claim’s to prophetic foresight, I feel safe in saying that– regardless of how else I may interpret it– this is truly a once-in-a-lifetime occasion. That is– I will never be here again. In fact, a fitting title for this entire experience would be: “Larry’s Last Trip Through Amerika.” My arms and legs are covered with hives and I feel as though I must summon every bit of inner strength left at my disposal to wait out the remainder of this day.
August 10th, 1973
August 10th, 1973
August 10th, 1973
Sitting at my Aunt Cat’s surrealistic middle world apartment. –Warren Robins Georgia. With no claim’s to prophetic foresight, I feel safe in saying that– regardless of how else I may interpret it– this is truly a once-in-a-lifetime occasion. That is– I will never be here again. In fact, a fitting title for this entire experience would be: “Larry’s Last Trip Through Amerika.” My arms and legs are covered with hives and I feel as though I must summon every bit of inner strength left at my disposal to wait out the remainder of this day.