Keep This Quiet! IV

What would happen when my new propensity toward spirituality met the man who would say, regarding his legacy, that he'd like to be known as the "voice of my generation"? And that "I heard music, and wrote it. Some people beat drums. Some people strum guitars. It's all in the music you hear"?
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The “Bell” and Hunter Thompson

The bell arrived in my Belgian apartment I had shared with Willy Van Luyten the first week after his death. When we were talking, suddenly we heard an electronic beep. Below is a short excerpt describing some of my struggles with the unusual energy in my apartment after Willy's death: I was bewildered by the energy beginning to permeate the apartment Willy and I had shared—and felt the need to reach out to an old friend, though I had close female friends in a weekly “Inner Landscaping” cours...
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