Can you imagine the headlines if Tim Leary did that today?

Robert Anton Wilson talking about one wild night with Timothy Leary. It's very strange that Leary's books don't sell well, but he does well on the lecture circuit. We've done a double act together: the Laurel and Hardy of the futurist intelligensia - or the space cadets - if you like. Leary's books on psychology and cosmology are very far out; generally they are regarded as proof that his brain is blown by all the drugs he's done. A few people I know understand them - we think they're brilliant, but maybe our brains have been blown by those drugs too. He's also writing very successful computer programs. For someone who's supposed to be brain damaged by drugs, he's pretty good at designing software. Leary and I appeared at the Libertarian Party Convention in Chicago. Coming back on the plane we met Guns and Roses, who love him - everyone knows Leary. And Tim got drunker and drunker on his bottle of Scotch, and finally he says "Fuck it! I'm gonna have a cigarette!" You're not allowed to smoke on US airlines any more, so the whole of Guns and Roses gathered round to conceal him. At this point, one of the stewards sees Leary's smoking and comes over, and he says to Tim "I just want to tell you I think you're right about everything!" When we got off the plane. Leary spotted a wheelchair and got a Joyce scholar to push it for him through the airport. I was a bit drunk too by then, so as we raced through the crowd, I pointed to Leary and shouted "Chromsome damage, chromosome damage!" Wonderful night, wonderful . . . I got this here: http://www.frogboy.freeuk.com/raw.html