|About the Book|
Behind San Francisco’s Height-Ashbury myths and commercialized hippie images, utopian experimentation, free love, peace and harmony lay another society where life wasn’t so pleasant. Runaways, looking for a grand time, punctuated with marijuana andMoreBehind San Francisco’s Height-Ashbury myths and commercialized hippie images, utopian experimentation, free love, peace and harmony lay another society where life wasn’t so pleasant. Runaways, looking for a grand time, punctuated with marijuana and LSD trips, free concerts in the parks by the Golden Gate, were especially targeted. And while the lucky danced and threw Frisbees and lost their inhibitions, others suffered enslavement, humiliations, or sold drugs for a master who cared less for humanity. Acid, Acid All Fall Down is the story of those whose Height-Ashbury experience ended in a gutter or grave.This anecdotal story came to me from a friend who was in San Francisco at the time. He is famous as a storyteller and this one had to be re-told. I suspect he used my ear as a means to relieve himself of a burden which he carried for decades. His descriptions horrified me, at first, and since my memories of the 60s were everything but like this, I felt that for those who made it out scathed deserved to have their predicament chronicled. When pressed for details “Rick” referred to those times as anything but “the good old days” and merriments were rarely expressed. When he was able to be referenced he did so with a dead-serious demeanor. The character, Rick, is as close to real as I could get. His story examines a side of life no one wanted to acknowledge- in many cases those who lived it never survived to tell anyone. Superspade, is the only “real” character- almost everyone else, except the dog, is from my imagination.I am a teacher by profession. I do not read novels, per say, and have never written anything of length before. My personal experience with the 60s was as a young teenager growing up a continent away from San Francisco. It was filled with joviality, a stable home life, good parents, good schools, and summers at a boy’s camp in the Berkshires. LSD was a personal favorite of mine as a means of entertainment. I never thought that a story like this possibly existed.