
It’s February 1967 – You Live In L.A. – You’re A Teenager – You’re In Love – It Blows.
You were an idiot. You could ask anyone – they’d say the same thing; you were an idiot. Big beaming letters – smack in the middle your forehead. Even your English teacher said you suffered from “unreal expectations”. You didn’t pay attention. You stared off into space – stared out








