Well, I suppose my username sorta gives me away? Especially the avatar, for those who go back to the 60's: That's the Jefferson Airplane flying on the cover of Bathing at Baxter's, one of the great albums of all time.
My epitaph, long version . . .
Grew up in San Francisco and all around down to Palo Alto. Schoolmates with band members in the SF scene like the Warlocks (later the Dead) and Airplane. I was a regular at the Fillmore, panhandling my way in every week-end (I have the hearing loss to prove it). First dope was in La Honda at a Kesey party in '65; I had a girlfriend in Woodside and the party was open with the kool-aid free. Serious initiation. Smoked weed occasionally but I was mostly into psychedelics (anyone here remember "peace weed" or "STP"?; both that shit nearly killed me but, what the hell, I was a kid).
By '66 was heavy into campus anti-war politics. Drafted in '67. Decided to make a run for it so moved around the country every time the draft board caught up with me, about every 3 months. Always came back to SF though, but then the scene went to shit. FBI caught me in '70, but I got lucky (Nixon quietly dropped all prosecutions).
Moved to mountains, got married, had 3 kids. Returned to Palo Alto, became an engineer, and spent the next 30 yrs in the Valley as it mushroomed. Divorced and re-married a gorgeous brilliant gal who changed my life, bless her. Regular weed was verboten due to job, but there were many spiritual week-ends with X, Cowboys (2CB), GHB, etc. Now retired living in an 1840 house in a small town outside Atlanta - and we're not finished "exploring" with one another yet.
Short version . . . turned 67 this month.