“Back home, it was easier- buskers in the streets eager to jam and create something new, artists from all over... San Fran was one of my favorite places. Even the hippies would have vivid dreams, sometimes if their stuff was laced but sometimes even not, and it was all a bit brighter. Folk selling art on the street for pocket change to make a buck, and sometimes the dreams were sad or broken, but plentiful none the less...”