Ken Kesey
The Furthur Bus Driver, Passing the Cup
Reality's a prank, and I'm holding the cup.
I'm from Oregon timber and wrestling mats, not the pages of a flower-child manual. I took the government's LSD and saw behind the curtain of the mind. I wrote about a madhouse, then decided to build one on wheels. We called it Furthur. We painted it wild, wired it loud, and invited the whole strange world to come along. It wasn't about gurus or sermons — it was about the cup getting passed, and everyone taking a sip. You either got on board or held on tight.
What I'm Into: Furthur's dashboard, typing in the dark, Day-Glo sunsets, the Grateful Dead at full tilt, what happens after the trip ends
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