Year Two

Since no two persons are alike, a chain of same sightings would be near impossible. However if many people are wearing the same kind of hat, and the hat symbolizes friends or foes or variance by color, a continuing plot could be possible.

I was experimenting with synchronicity. I had discovered at some earlier time, and can remember in DC explaining the concept to a friend walking down Pennsylvania Avenue about how women might react to one, and as I was saying, a car full of women at that very moment drove by and cat-called us. So was it year two I would get stoned and at some point ask a question and then go out into the world in hopes of running across a synchronistic answer as happens in reality.

One had to consider one's own affect on the stage. One's presence would affect the strangers of one's encounter. I had a hippie costume, usually with different hats for various periods and generally a long blue scarf. I looked pretty outrageous. It was all psychology. It produced reactions in people. On the one hand I could not be missed. I was a hippie or some kind of freak most probably in their minds. I could study people's reactions.

I rode the buses for years in those days. A car was too expensive. I rode all over the city. One thing of course one would notice, and that was that I was usually the only hippy on the bus accept the Haight bus. The buses were used by lower and working class people. And they didn't want to be associated with me. It was nice in that I always sat by myself. The seat next to me would always be the last to be occupied since with my long hair and beard, eccentric clothes and hat, no one would sit next to me.

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