TIMOTHY LEARY, WE HARDLY KNEW YE

News item: Timothy Leary, the late counterculture guru, informed on a
radical leftist group in hopes of winning his freedom from jail, FBI
records show. BUMMER. A visionary like me, stuck here in jail. No paisley
blankets, no sitar music, not even a water pipe. The cameras and the guy
from Rolling Stone just have visiting hours.

All these drug laws that landed me here are so meaningless, so petty. LSD
is the great mind opener, the agent of freedom. Yes, I've heard all about
the brain damage, but not every thing works for everyone. (That's good. I
better write it down.)

So what do I do about this jail business? I did nothing to deserve this.
But here I am in one of those California prison farms.

I've got to get out. Metal bars, prison laundry, food on tin trays -- this
doesn't work for me. The last time I escaped, I got by with a little help
from my friends. This time, I'll tell the cops who helped me on that
escape. Then I can get out, like right away?

It's all politics, unreality, nothingness. My spirit and my quest is what
is important. If cops want to be cops and talk to me, then let them. I need
to forget the old and welcome the new.

Snitch? Rat? Squeal? Call it what you want. But this jail thing just isn't
right for me. I need a higher plane. Never mind the past; It's nothing to
dwell on. I'm Timothy Leary.