In the 50's it was A Bomb drills. I remember practicing getting under my desk, covering my head until the windows are blown out, then get up and get ready to go home. I was in Jr High during the Cuban missle crisis and a girl wouldn't buy a Spring Dance ticket from me because we'd all be dead by then. She wouldn't go for my argument tha…
In the 50's it was A Bomb drills. I remember practicing getting under my desk, covering my head until the windows are blown out, then get up and get ready to go home. I was in Jr High during the Cuban missle crisis and a girl wouldn't buy a Spring Dance ticket from me because we'd all be dead by then. She wouldn't go for my argument that it wouldn't matter if she bought the ticket and died because she would be dead. No wonder I had to take so much acid to straighten myself out...
In the 50's it was A Bomb drills. I remember practicing getting under my desk, covering my head until the windows are blown out, then get up and get ready to go home. I was in Jr High during the Cuban missle crisis and a girl wouldn't buy a Spring Dance ticket from me because we'd all be dead by then. She wouldn't go for my argument that it wouldn't matter if she bought the ticket and died because she would be dead. No wonder I had to take so much acid to straighten myself out...
Being familiar with hallucinations is a big help when dealing with our current conditions. Trump and his minions barely make me shake my head.