Thursday, June 28, 1984


Very frustrating.

Today was the day we’d planned our mass-ingestion of LSD but I wasn’t able to get in touch with anyone at Westdorgan Road. I rang them numerous times throughout the afternoon and early evening but no one answered the ‘phone, and Lee, Pete and I began to consider the bitter possibility that they’d all taken it without us. This was not the case, we found later; the telephone wasn’t working properly.

So the day progressed to a disappointing, frustrating conclusion, the only highlight being the games of chess we played at the Pembroke.

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