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I was involved with the student government in college, and one of our activities was a guest lecturer series that brought three or four speakers to the campus each year . . .
in 1973 (I think), one of those speakers was Ken Kesey, who at the time was living, farming, and coaching junior high wrestling in Oregon . . . the committee has assigned a really dorky freshman to accompany Kesey, get him to where he needed to go on time, and generally be his gofer . . . unfortunately, the kid took his responsibilities WAY too seriously, and stuck to Kesey like glue . . .
at a cocktail party after the lecture, I struck up a conversation with Kesey about a mutual friend, and the kid kept interrupting with this or that . . . Kesey finally asked the kid to go get him a drink, and took the opportunity to invite me outside to continue our conversation . . .
we ended up under a huge oak tree, where Kesey excused himself to take a leak . . . just as he finished up, the kid found us and planted himself right in front of our guest, shoving the drink in his face and standing in the spot where Kesey has just pissed . . .
"Hey, man," says Kesey. "I just pissed there." . . .
a look of horror came over the kid's face, he literally jumped back and asked in all seriousness "Is it acid?" . . .
we both cracked up . . . :)
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