The Sunshine Makers Page #4

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He's the pied piper.

And people would

be following him around,

'cause he's handing out

the goodies.

It was pretty easy for us

to just get in the line

and see what was going on.

Tim and I were

interested in making drugs.

And Owsley learned about

us, and he visited one day.

So I was looking around

for someone who could help.

And I ran into this

kid, Tim Scully.

I thought, hey, I need somebody.

You want to do it?

He was a bright kid.

Real bright.

We have

three by five index cards.

We'd get a big piece

of paper and it's all telephone

calls, money transfers.

You're putting together

a jigsaw puzzle.

And that's where we

would put Timothy Scully,

and Donald Douglas.

We drove

to Owsley's LSD lab.

Becoming his apprentice passed

on all the essential knowledge,

that I otherwise would have

had to learn the hard way.

Owsley and Tim

would discuss chemistry texts

at the kitchen table.

And I would try to keep

up for a little while

but then I'd just go smoke

a joint and play my guitar.

We'd tableted

up 100,000 doses or more,

of White Lightening,

and put that out on the street.

Haight-Ashbury

was an intersection of two

streets in San Francisco.

And if you wanted to deal drugs,

this was the place to be.

LSD traffickers were not

the same as other drug dealers.

Our basic tool in undercover

work was to appeal to greed.

And some of them

didn't have the greed.

I mean, some of them

really were motivated

by things other than money.

You didn't even know

if he'd show up.

And if he did, he might

want to talk about karma.

I had heard it makes you

not only closer with yourself

but with everybody.

This sort of love,

peace type thing.

I was doing it

because I thought that making

acid could save the world.

That

term, save the world.

I mean, so many of them used it.

I reacted

to those LSD people who

said, you know, how amazing

their experience had been,

the same way I reacted

to many heroin dealers

that I met who said that

heroin was better than sex.

I didn't believe it.

I knew it was going

to get bigger and bigger

and I felt we had

to do what we could

to try to slow this thing down.

You have to take

into consideration

the changes that have taken

place in the social order.

The abandon with which they

conduct themselves today.

There is nothing grown

up or sophisticated in taking

an LSD trip at all.

They're just being

complete fools.

Fear.

Almost

everybody who got turned on,

became deeply skeptical of all

governments and politicians.

And the authorities

said, "oh, we've"

got to stop this right away.

"People are waking up.

We don't want this to happen."

One reason or another LSD

was given to an elephant once.

The

propaganda machine,

telling people about

all the awful things

that would happen cranked up.

And lo and behold it

killed the elephant.

Freak-outs.

Instant insanity.

Did any of guys

have to take LSD

as part of being undercover?

"Take LSD"? Are you crazy?

A Never Neverland of no return.

No, get away.

Get away.

You might be the one guy

that trips out on this stuff.

LSD started out

a low penalty drug.

But then as people began

to learn more and more

about what it did to you, then

it worked its way up the scale.

The other

side would disagree with that

and say that maybe it was tied

to the anti-war movement

or other movements.

But my impression was that

serious people involved

in science and medicine

were seeing it,

LSD, as a bigger problem.

The manufacturer for illicit LSD

should be vigorously

sought and prosecuted.

I don't care

what the governments say.

They're all just a crock of

sh*t, out for power and money.

And that was not my trip.

It was too f***ing much.

The law said it's no

longer legal to make LSD.

So we finished it all up.

One of the things

you need to remember

about the United States is

that it's 50 different states

and they aren't all that united.

It became illegal in California

before other places.

So that's why the Denver

lab was not in California.

I rented a house

not far from the Denver Zoo.

Setting

up the lab went well.

Owsley proceeded to come to the

lab and make acid with us.

When

that work was done,

Owsley went back

to the Bay Area to organize

a tableting facility for the

LSD we'd made in Denver.

So I went back to Berkeley.

I ordered more chemicals

through the chemical supply

house Owsley had recommended.

The chemical supply

houses

recognized that some of the

chemicals they were selling

were probably going

into illegal drugs.

They'd get an order.

They would call us.

Sometimes we would put

an undercover agent

behind the desk as a clerk.

There

was a new stock clerk

who helped me load the truck.

Aiden Hendrix assumed

the role of stock clerk.

At approximately 1:15 p.m.,

Donald R. Douglas

arrived in a van-type truck.

Hendrix would

pretend to be an employee,

meet the people, take their

order, fill it, give it to them

and tell us, hey,

OK, he's got it.

And now he's leaving in a certain

kind of car or whatever.

He got

into a car and followed us,

which an employee of a

chemical company would not do.

A list of these

chemicals is as follows,

Ten cases of chloroform.

Hundred pounds

of sodium chloride.

Fifty gallons of acetone.

Twenty five pounds of drierite.

The truck was followed to the vicinity

of Harrison Street in Stanley Place.

When we

went back to my house

we discovered that they'd put

my house under surveillance.

Highball one to Dugout.

This is Dugout.

He lived

not too far from a motel.

We could go to it

and rent a motel room,

look right out the window.

We did

see that we were being,

followed on a regular basis.

And we became a bit

thick-skinned about it.

The way I was looking

at it is that we were all

playing a game

and we just had chosen

different sides.

I did what I did, which

I thought was the right

thing for the country

and for the rule of law.

I thought I was doing something

good and we disagreed.

Spy versus

spy, cops versus robbers.

Surveillance is the key.

And that's the only way

we were able to follow.

Owsley to Arenden.

Gordon White, Special Agent

with the Bureau of Narcotics

and Dangerous Drugs.

We had probable cause

to believe,

that there might be some type

of drug manufacturing going on,

in the premises.

We had no response and

forcible entry was obtained.

Hey!

Don't move.

- Don't move. Get over there.

- Hey, now.

And in the house

we found Mr. Owsley Stanley.

I said,

"gee, I'd love to help you

but I just dropped

about 200 mics of acid.

"I don't think I really want

to go anywhere right now."

Then they carted me

off to the joint.

I called

the lab in Denver.

A strange voice answered, and

my first thought was, oh sh*t,

the lab has been busted.

I called my lawyer

and asked if he could

find out what had happened.

It turned out that

the landlord came to the house.

He smelled a really funny smell.

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