…until senior year when I (ironically ?) read Helter Skelter and my heart started dying – like the heart of the hippie movement in August 1969, when Susan’s & Patricia’s & Linda’s hearts started dying the moment the van drove away from Spahn Ranch – and I was more worried about a line than a bowl, and things got very very dark.
The magic in my heart in most of undergrad, walking around with Birks and bell bottoms dragging on the ground (jeans get holes in them, man, whatcha gonna do? ✌🏼)….an unmatched mental and aesthetic beauty I hope comes back one day…dear God, thank you so much for those years.
Looking for Layla: an autobiographical account by Elle B. Hunter, dedicated to Jeff Littner and his “cheerleaders with black and gold hearts”. 