IVIV Hope Harlingen: ( spoilers)

[Robin Landseadel]

	. . . if acid-tripping was good for anything, it helped tune you to
	different unlisted frequencies. . .
	IV, Chapter five, page 61

See also:

  	Doc would bet an ounce of seedless Hawaiian and throw in a
	pack of Zig-Zags that Sloane and old Riggs here were also
	fucking regularly, and that this was the b.f. Shasta had
	mentioned.

On Sep 11, 2009, at 9:01 AM, Joseph Tracy wrote:

> I know this is heretical in today's world, but I think LSD was one  
> route to spiritual insights that are far more powerful and permanent  
> than the outward cultural paraphenalia and fads of the 60's, 70's.  
> They are also ultimately the least escapist or self-medicating/ 
> numbing  of drugs.

It reaches parts the toothbrush can't!

> If Wolfmann is the collector, the owner, the objectifier,  the  
> winner; Doc, despite similar attractions,  is the open door the  
> pursuer of mysteries, the beach bum, the visionary of another world  
> (with adequate legal counsel).

The Doctor of the Doors, wearing a laurel wreath. A psychopomp P.I.,— 
yet another kind of  "Psychical Detective."