An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

One day, we sat in the living room talking.
There was a loud knock on the door and we heard,
“It’s the police. Open up.” Richard grabbed his shotgun
and stood pointing it at the door in case they
broke in, while I ripped up the pot plants we grew in
the living room and threw them in the fireplace,
which was burning at the time. After we destroyed
the evidence and put the gun away, we opened the
door to find a friend of Richard’s who decided to play
a practical joke. That was the end of the friendship.
I bought a BMW 500 motorcycle. I took Carolyn
for rides at night. We parked in Golden Gate Park,
went in the woods, and made love. We even made
love in the kitchen while Richard was in another
room.
Richard bought a BMW 250, and we took a trip
to Big Sur. Carolyn rode with me since I had the bigger
bike. We raced down the coast at 105 miles per
hour. The wind rushed under my helmet visor, and I
breathed in gulps while Carolyn crouched behind me
to break the wind.
We rented a room at the Redwood Lodge.
Richard stayed there while Carolyn and I went to the
Enchanted Forest to drop a thousand mics of acid
each. We sat on the bank of a stream naked, became
absorbed in colors and patterns, and then broke into
the white light. A couple of young women swam up
stream from us. After some time, I regained external
consciousness and dove into the stream feeling at one
with it.
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