In 1972, Scott Ferguson, who was a classmate with me at Rex Putnam High School, drove to Seaside, Oregon with a group of five friends for a wild weekend. He had an old VW Beetle, yet it made it to the beach OK. Tony Mecklem, Scott, Randy Olson, and I stayed on D street in Seaside, at Tony Mecklem’s beach home.
We took strong mescaline (or LSD) one evening. I was so messed up, yet Scott offered me the opportunity to learn how to drive a stick shift on the beach, north of Seaside. I could not refuse, and I learned how to drive his Beetle, even while under the influence of a strong psychedelic drug.
His Beetle died later that evening, losing its transaxle. Nobody blamed me, nor should they have, because the vehicle was so fucking old. We walked away from the disabled vehicle near Main street in Seaside, and then two dudes came up to us, and asked us about the Beetle. Well, it just so happened that these new friends were Beetle experts, and they offered a free repair, if we ga ve them some drugs.
No Problem!
They ended up driving all the way to Portland, jacked up a Beetle, stole the transaxle, and returned to Seaside to repair Scott’s vehicle. It was such a serendipitous event, and we were all WOWED by the timing of it.
Scott later joined the military shortly after his graduation from high school. I saw him while he was on leave, and he then accused me of
BEING THE DEVIL
Doming from a man who just returned from the US military, it sounded to me like he was a victim of SERIOUS PROJECTION.
I don’t know what ever happened to Scott, but he sure had a negative reaction to me.
All that we see, and will ever see, unto eternity, is ourselves.
I hope that Scott has a higher opinion of himself now.
(excercpt from Book #8)
