The plan was for me to reach
my overly long pinky fingernail, grown especially for easy cocaine snorting,
into my pocket, fill it with six hundred mics of pure, powdered LSD, and with a
large entertainer’s gesture, drop the acid into Tricky Dick’s teacup. If I missed, Abbie would be my backup. We knew we wouldn’t have the pleasure of
seeing Nixon tripping (LSD takes a while to kick in), but the idea that he
might be stumbling through the White House a little later, talking to
paintings, watching walls melt, and thinking he was turning into a bulldog, was
irresistible.
(from Somebody to
Love? by Grace Slick)
8½*/10.
The complete review is here.
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