WAITING FOR THE CHIEF

"The truck heaves and billows, blazing silver red and Day-Glo, and I doubt seriously that there is a single cop in all of San Francisco who does not know that this crazed vehicle is a guerrilla patrol from the dread LSD... Lois picks off the marshmallows; Cool Breeze ascends into the innards of his gnome's hat;

Black Maria rummages through the Zodiac;

Stewart Brand winds it through the streets-and this is nothing special... just a little routine messing up the minds of the citizenry en route, nothing more than psyche food for beautiful people, while giving some guy from New York a lift to the Warehouse to wait for the Chief, Ken Kesey, who is getting out of jail."