Go Ask Alice
I came of age too late for Woodstock but the lyrics of White Rabbit were still playing over the radio waves in my early adolescence. The bellowing cry of a rebellious female singer by the name of Grace Slick, raised my awareness of the psychedelic world. To me, it was nothing more than colorful posters and black lights. To the more adventuresome, it was an acid trip and a hitch hike to Burning Man. Both of which I was terrified of. Probably why I'm still alive at 63. One pill makes you larger. And one pill makes you small...go ask Alice when she's ten feet tall. Ladies and gentlemen: Grace Slick