The Haight Is Just A Place; The

There’s No Doubt In My Mind That Mcmurphy’s Won, But I’m Not Sure What.

We'd Just Shared The Last Beer And Slung The Empty Can Out The Window At A Stop Sign And Were Just Waiting Back To Get The Feel Of The Day, Swimming In That Kind Of Tasty Drowsiness That Comes Over You After A Day Of Going Hard At Something You Enjoy Doing -- Half Sunburned And Half Drunk And Keeping Awake Only Because You Wanted To Savor The Taste As Long As You Could.

The Job Is To Seek Mystery, Evoke Mystery, Plant A Garden In Which Strange Plants Grow And Mysteries Bloom. The Need For Mystery Is Greater Than The Need For An Answer.

The Truth Doesn't Have To Do With Cruelty, The Truth Has To Do With Mercy.

The Haight Is Just A Place; The '60s Was A Spirit.