Alrightie then. I must hereby admit that I was powerless over the events that were swirling around me back in the 60s which were actually the seventies in mid Michigan.

That fact was impressed upon me countless times in those years.

Vietnam War in full swing, campus swarming with the ferment caused by the winds of change which were blowing us all this way and that with a force that would daze us; leave great quakes in the soil of the American Landscape, interior as well as exterior.

Then, I seemed to fall apart, giving all the king's men the chance to threaten to put me back together again. That or lock me up forever if they couldn't succeed in drugging me to total submission. They even had the help of the the king's gals.

There I was, being administered drugs through three distinctly separate sources or agencies all of which changed my thinking processes permanently:
One, by some weird circumstance, drugs came at me through the academic/state supported health and welfare system.
Two, street drugs were available, seductive and eventually welcomed into my life for the relief they brought.
Three,hospital containment was enforced along with medical control by means of drugs that were daily given to me, before, during and after meals. This may seem like a second part of number one, but there was a difference.

During this time, Stanley, who wanted so to experience ego-loss, decided to achieve it by jumping off of a building after carefully taking off his spectacles and placing them on the ledge above where they found him.