Gary had an uncanny ability to stay on the back of a motorcycle, at high speed, while passed out after days of partying on alcohol, marijuana and speed. I remember the first time he did that. It was 2 a.m. and we were traveling the 20 miles from Fairfield to Ottumwa to buy more drugs. We were going pretty fast, up to 80 miles per hour on the straight parts of the road. When I realized that Gary had passed out I slowed down and woke him up. But he just fell back asleep. I woke him up again and asked if we should stop. He said no, that he was fine. So I kept going. After a few late night trips like this I gained confidence in his ability to sleep and ride. Ottumwa had drugs and strip clubs. Fairfield had Maharishi and golden domes filled with thousands of meditators. They were neighboring small towns out in the middle of the corn fields in Iowa.
Nov 02
