The Feelies: The Good Earth (Coyote)
Byron Coley, Spin, October 1986
THERE WERE these two guys who lived at a drug dealers' commune in western Idaho in the early '70s. One was named Ace, one was named Kip, and their drug of choice was an extremely nasty acid that came in orange barrels. These barrels were cut with so much crap that the corners of your mouth would twitch for three days after you ate 'em, and Ace used to laugh that the weird energy he got from the strychnine was the best part of the high.
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