I went back to Stinson Beach, and I'm willing to say that I may have been too harsh. But mostly I didn't like the twisty road going there, which made me want to vomit. This time I was in a Porche with tight suspension, so the ride was a lot smoother. We went out to go hike Mt. Tam from the back side, and it was a lovely hike, with striated shades of verdigris, from the fog of the ocean up through the green leaves and grasses. For a minute it rained, but for the big finale we came out on a high grassy ridge and it was sparkling sun. Which was nice.

Adam, whose Porche we drove, kept me amused with stories, like how he went parachuting and panicked and put his hand down, to break his fall, which sent him into a spiral. Then when he opend the chute, it sucked him in an updraft and he had to pull in on the rope to lower altitude, which made him spin so fast and so long that he momentarily went blind, possibly with fear. Whatever reason, all he could see was white, even though he had his eyes open. Anyway, it is a funny story, but when he landed, he laid face down on the dirt just hugging it for a while, glad to be on earth.

Another person called Lewis told me about taking a drug called DMT, that made all his nerve endings into clitorises, and shot him out of a rocket where all he could see was fractal colors. Then time got choppy and he stared to see the past in the future and it was all mixed up and he was convinced he had died. So anyway, he panicked, though he didn't go blind, because his eyes were shut already.

Nice guy.

Afterwards, we went to Bolinas, where angry hippies live. And true to form, they were all mean and crazy. We had sandwiches and an old man was crawling around the floor with a newspaper, picking up garbage. There were a few old drunks outside. There was a realty office with houses posted that were all 4 and 5 million dollars, and I couldnt' figure out where the old bearded drunks live. Maybe they commute by bus. There is also a feature of Bolinas, that the locals tear out the sign that says Bolinas, to keep out visitors. Everyone in town seemed drunk, like Joni Mitchell only old and fried from drugs and booze. Cute town.

Yesterday I tried to buy some sneakers, and some lady ignored me who worked there. Then I got overcome with ennui and had to lay down.