randomWalks

It's part of Robbins' mythology that, in 1963, he tried acid for the first time. It was the early days of psychedelics and LSD was still legal. Robbins had coaxed a pharmacology professor into letting him try the drug. He told Rolling Stone magazine that the day of his first trip, July 16, was the most rewarding of his life. Robbins said that after dropping the acid, he sat in a chair for eight hours, not moving except to go to the bathroom. The next six months were, literally, a trip. He couldn't read or write, and he eventually quit his job as an art critic for the Seattle Times and moved to New York to better explore the depth and breadth of acid trips. A few years later he started writing his first novel.

It is quite possible, though frightening, to think that you, reader, are 16, 17 or even 18 and have not heard of Tom Robbins. This is alarming. You are passing the sweet spot in your fontanelles and time is limited. So we are here to help. When I was a young man my father handed me Another Roadside Attraction and thus whisked the veil off the markerboard of life.

We shall start drunk.randomwalks.com, on which it will only be possible to post when you are drunk (a Breathalyzer will allow entry). Also fathers.randomwalks.com, on which it will only be allowed to write about your father.