However tasteless the homicide iconography may seem to some, LA is having itself a quite a Manson Family weekend, recalling how, if nothing else, Charlie scared the living shit out of the squares, which was a turnround for many of us freaks who had been feeling it was open season on longhairs. Tonight – while Charlie still lingers institutionalized in maximum security – I will attend the Sharon Tate Memorial Dinner at an undisclosed location , and tomorrow (Sunday) I will be drinking cocktails at Wacko, the amazing store at Hollywood and Vermont, as our pal Adam Gorightly launches the new edition of his Manson book The Shadow Over Santa Susana.
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