Tribute to a friendship?.
Twenty years ago today, I graduated from Straight Incorporated with a good friend. It was friday the 13th?.
After a year or so we both started wondering what had happened to us, and we talked about it with each other.
I tried to talk to other folks from Straight about it but everybody said I was dwelling on the past, I needed to forget about it, that sort of thing. Or they just got angry and told me to shut up about it. Of course I don?t really blame them. I could get kind of wiggy talking about the brainwash, especially when I was experiencing the aftermath through the lens of LSD.
I really can?t imagine how it would have been to go twenty years and then to have the flood of memory come back all at once. Maybe that would have been better, if I had waited until now to tackle the whole subject of thought control, torture, and the transformation of America into a fascist state, perhaps I would have been better able to function during my twenties?.
For a few years, once I had realized that I?d had been brainwashed, I wandered lost in the wastelands. I turned my back on love, humanity, goodness, family and friends. I couldn?t find anything authentic about myself. Suicide seemed so attractive for so long. Sometimes the only comfort I could find was in the vision of eventually driving out into the desert and letting myself die. I could keep living as long as I knew the arms of death were waiting to hold me.
I guess I just want to thank you for staying alive, for being alive, for listening to me all those times I described the morbid scenery I was passing through. Your friendship almost makes the whole thing worth it. Well at least it has made it possible to endure thus far.
I?m sure my housemates roll their eyes when I?m not looking. ?He?s talking to his friend again about Straight??.
Like a couple of geezers from the war, going on and on?.