tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118098779778491600.post3403596271238700092..comments2024-03-22T12:27:50.002-07:00Comments on Die, Danger, Die, Die, Kill!: Tony Kendall drops acid in Istanbul, talks to donkeysToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15890338576052689861noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118098779778491600.post-23468188599022034012008-05-19T09:38:00.000-07:002008-05-19T09:38:00.000-07:00Thanks! And I promise not to hold out in the futur...Thanks! And I promise not to hold out in the future. The fact is that with minimal effort I could come up with an embarrassing personal anectode from my youth suitable to any one of my reviews -- and, sadly, many of those would involve me being in similar states of diminished capacity.Toddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15890338576052689861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118098779778491600.post-81254844302325244082008-05-18T20:05:00.000-07:002008-05-18T20:05:00.000-07:00I enjoyed reading about your "trip" to Fisherman's...I enjoyed reading about your "trip" to Fisherman's Wharf. Yes, it's essential to pick the proper set and setting for psychedelic voyages.<BR/><BR/>For example, why I decided to listen to Pink Floyd's The Wall after dropping three hits of acid is something I don't quite understand in hindsight. Somewhere around Side 3, I started to lose my mind. Thankfully, a radiant Ann-Margret emerged from a fortuitous late-night TV broadcast of Bye Bye Birdie and reeled me out of the dark side.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for an always interesting and entertaining review. I promise I won't wait for your next drug confession to leave a comment!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com