The prisoner stands in the modern, well-lighted classroom and begins self consciously to read from his manuscript. It is the rollicking story of a predawn police raid on the upstate New York home of LSD Guru Timothy Leary. The informally dressed audience 29 other inmates and an instructor who is himself an ex-con laughs appreciatively at the description of troopers peering inside, hoping for a glimpse of porno films but seeing only flickering psychedelic lights. When the cops finally storm the place, they find no orgy, no mob of spaced-out kids. Instead, Leary,...
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