Consequently, when I got to Toronto, much to my chagrin, I really, really couldn't handle hanging out with the American draft dodgers. There was too much clinical depression. Too much suicide. Too much hardcore substance abuse. They were a traumatized lot, those boys. And I just felt frivolous.

It had much more to do with my wanting to be with hippy girls and have lots of hashish than it did with my sympathy for the plight of the North Vietnamese peop…

The straight world didn't end. The straight world and the other world had bled into one another and produced the world that we live in today.

It's a world where there aren't families. It's the world of a young person going out into the wilderness, cities, and sort of in a way creating a family. You k…