Friday 22 August 1975
Tony and I took acid on a sugar cube and walked around
Southwick Square. I said it was going to take a long time. I was worried about the
effect, because I had to go home for dinner. Went to a party. Various people
there. Jimi Hendrix. I think it’s very appropriate he should be there for my
first trip. I say to Tony, ‘How can I go home tripped up?’ and a man with
glasses – a veritable straight – says ‘What did you say?’ ‘Tripped up – that
means I’m drunk.’ I’ve been found out. I wake.
