Groucho was especially interested in the countercultural aspects of LSD. | mentioned a couple of incidents that particularly tickled him, and his eyes sparkled with delight. One was about how, on Haight Street, runaway youngsters, refugees from their own families, had stood outside a special tourist bus—guided by a driver “trained in sociological significance” --and they held mirrors up to the cameras pointing at them from the windows, so that the tourists would get photos of themselves trying to take photos. The other was about the day that LSD became illegal. In San Francisco, at precisely two o'clock in the afternoon, a cross-fertilization of mass protest and tribal celebration had taken place, as several hundred young people simultaneously swallowed tabs of acid while the police stood by helplessly “Internal possession wasn't against the law,” | explained to Groucho. “And they trusted their friends more than they trusted the government,” he said. “I like that.” We had a period of silence and a period of listening to music. | was accustomed to playing rock’ n’ roll while tripping, but the record collection at this house consisted entirely of classical music and Broadway show albums. First, we listened to the “Bach Cantata No. 7." “I'm HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015372