I was at this concert. It was in an upstairs ballroom on Market Street in San Franciso. I think the Carousel Ballroom. Around 1967. Donna and I were dressed like a pharmacist and his wife. She wore a dress and heels. I was wearing a blue blazer with a white turtleneck. If I remember, this was my last presentation of this type. There wasa big crowd. A whole bunch of hippies and a handful of people like me and Donna. After that night, I gave up with the professional man act and enjoyed myself much more.
Two new acts. The Holding Company with janis Joplin and Ritchie Havens. They played until almost 5:00 am. I was drinking Scotch Whiskey until the bar closed. After that, I just breathed the air. It was poisonous with resin. By morning, I was loaded and never put a joint to my lips.
This was not my secret life. This was just what I did with the big pharmacist money. California was a brain drain state. The money was big.
How about you guys? Life cannot be just your feet on the floor behind a pharmacy counter from day one until now.
The adult part of this story was my wife’s behavior. Don’t read this if you have fantasies about everything is good when you are married.
”The Pill” was fairly new. It contributed greatly to the sexual liberation of women. Those who were so disposed became very active and the devil be damned. Donna was so disposed. The only defense I can present on her behalf is that she was an incest survivor/willing participant. She never told me which. I can’t ask her because she is dead. She killed herself on Christmas Eve in 1978 or thereabouts. Her father, who was either the rapist or her partner had to go over to her apartment in El Cajon to find out why she hadn’t shown up to open presents.
Around midnight at the concert, Donna disappeared. She was gone for three hours. I suspected that she was getting laid with some hippie guy, but the only evidence I had was that she came back with her clothes rumpled and her usually carefully coiffed sixties hairdo messed up. She smelled funny too.. or was that the marijuana smoke.
I read your comments and think, “Are these people really so perfect that none of them have ever acted like a human being being stupid?” You mean to tell me that not one of you have had sex in the pharmacy. I know better than that. None of you girls have had a serious appetite for that hunky intern with the great sense of humor? I write about the base human appetite of the organs for one another because that is real! Perhaps you are bothered by what you did. Share it, “The Truth Will Set You Free.” Your brain cannot tell the difference between an overt confession or a covert confession. It just klnows that you shared and you will be healed. Be anonymous!