May 2020 – Larry Livermore

Return Of The Acid Eaters

Quite a few friends, especially those primed for a midlife crisis but for whom a red convertible or summer in

There’s a period of my life, almost five years, when there’s no proof I existed. From 1966 I’ve got a

Things were looking grim. I had to get out of town in a hurry, but I had no money, and

Wait, they’re shooting white kids now? It might not have been phrased exactly that way, but that was the subliminal