Last Tuesday, so that would make it April 29/08.
Clearly, doing acid didn't hurt ole Al too much.
I learned Hoffman's story as a teenager. Let's just say I was interested in the subject. As I remember the story, he was riding home on his bicycle when he began to experience the effects of the drug. Like the front wheel got really big!
And then the back wheel got really small!
And then the Cheshire cat asked him what time it was because it very late!
And then Hoffman said something like, "I don't have time for this nonsense. I'm going home for schnitzel." Which he did.
And then he listened to Ravel's Bolero on the Victrola over and over and over until he solved the riddle of the universe which he feverishly scribbled on a prescription pad. After which he dropped off to sleep, and when he woke up he checked the pad.
The answer, naturally, was: 42.