An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

and proofreading for a check printing company in
Harlem. One of my coworkers was a fellow beat who
lived in the Lower East Side.
He turned me on to a sugar cube of LSD. I
went home and tripped at night. I saw the interconnectedness
of all things. I also saw how crazy New
York was. I looked out the window at the city and realized
New York wasn’t a good place for me to live. I
decided not to spend another winter there.
On the Road
A cold, drizzly day in October 1965, I stood at the entrance
to the Jersey Turnpike hitchhiking to Mexico
City with a duffle bag and guitar. I hit the road in
search of enlightenment, adventure, and romance.
Kerouac, the existentialists, LSD, pot, and the Village
scene fueled my spiritual quest.
A series of rides took me to Kansas City. Wandering
around stockyards at night between Kansas
City, Missouri, and Kansas City, Kansas, after three
days on the road dealing with rednecks, gays, cops
and sundry others, I decided to go Greyhound.
On the bus to Laredo, I met Paul, a young Missourian
on his way to San Miguel de Allende, an artist
colony in the mountains north of Mexico City. While
drinking tequila and eating in Laredo, Paul persuaded
me to go with him.
We took crowded, hot, bumpy busses to Guadalajara,
and from there, a train crowded with chick-
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