I have been receiving entries from a few people and have two packages in the mail, filled with precious journals people have been generous enough to share with me.
It’s interesting that for the people who didn’t destroy their journals, these items become precious; carefully posted, registered mail, and usually leaving the sender stirred and tender after rediscovering the contents after years of being tucked away.
Today’s entry is from a fella (at last!) who spent his wild twenties travelling the world beatnik style circa 1997.
And of course, sex on acid. Something grown ups just don’t understand!