In Berkeley, in 1968, it wasn't hard to get the real thing, since Owsley was brewing it up right nearby. But yeah, anywhere else - particularly Haight-Ashbury by then - it was Momma Hold the Door.
In Berkeley, in 1968, it wasn't hard to get the real thing, since Owsley was brewing it up right nearby. But yeah, anywhere else - particularly Haight-Ashbury by then - it was Momma Hold the Door.
some of the stuff on this coast could be gnarly as fuck. I remember a brief period in which some consumers decided that Strychnine could "enhance the experience," so dealers started to advertise the rat poison as a GOOD THING. maybe THAT's what happened with the bad Whitefish.
In Berkeley, in 1968, it wasn't hard to get the real thing, since Owsley was brewing it up right nearby. But yeah, anywhere else - particularly Haight-Ashbury by then - it was Momma Hold the Door.
some of the stuff on this coast could be gnarly as fuck. I remember a brief period in which some consumers decided that Strychnine could "enhance the experience," so dealers started to advertise the rat poison as a GOOD THING. maybe THAT's what happened with the bad Whitefish.