Irrelevant personal anecdote with no actionable leads

The ashtray had broken in half from the heat, and the sofa was burning, although asbestos material had prevented it from being on fire in a way that would spread the flames. | ran down the steps and got the fire extinguisher off the wall in the hall, ran back up and sprayed the sofa. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” | said to myself. | was grateful that only the sofa had been destroyed. Also, my pride in expanded consciousness had disintegrated. |’ ve never quite forgiven myself for having endangered the lives and property of the tenants in the other four apartments. | had ignored the concept of cause and effect. My bad. Immensely. 4. On the morning of April 1st, 1995, | flew to San Francisco. | was scheduled to emcee a benefit for Jack Kerouac’ s daughter, Jan, who had been on dialysis treatment for the last few years. On that sunny afternoon, | was stoned in Washington Square Park, wearing the MAD magazine jacket that my daughter Holly had given me for Christmas. The smiling face of Alfred E. Neuman--stating his renowned philosophy, “What--me worry?” --graced the back of my jacket | was waiting for the arrival of the annual Saint Stupid Day Parade, led this year by Grand Marshal Ken Kesey in an open-topped convertible. HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015448