eat a dick, lucid.
i was a pen pal of stanley's and was up for another round of orders for belt buckles/accessories for a small group of friends/family that were interested in having a set to gift them. Unfortunately, it looks like those of us that have them are the ones that are left with the honor.
Bear was a needley old porcupine but had feelings as real and profound as anyone's. A conversation we had in regards to his wife leaving for the states when her mother died was a real treasure to me, because it shared some pretty fantastic insights from some one i respect in regards to the nature of love. Although the dude had a big name and he knew it, his contributions to the world are plentiful and he played a good part in some of what happened in the united states in regards to LSD.
So next time you're sucking on a bunk hoffman blotter sold to you as ALD-52 and you're staring up at the stars wondering what it's all about, give thanks to some one with gall enough to stand for something in the face of a world gone mad. He gave away a lot of what he made. He gave it away.
And if you're curious, his madcap rants and raves in regard to diet are pretty interesting too.
Bear was awesome, if nutty. If you're in america and you've taken LSD, i don't think it'd be too much to give the man a moment of silence.