for yourself. Once you?re preoccupied with a routine the days go by very quickly. So I would be in the prison yard maybe playing handball, or sitting in the sun reading, and my name would be announced calling me to the visiting room. I?d have to get up, have a shower, and put on a blue uniform just to talk to someone. I didn?t mind it of course?but I wasn?t desperate for company or looking for a break. Solitude accelerated contemplation. I came out of prison with a head full of ideas. I was given time to think and read. Shortly afterwards I wrote a number of books, none of which were that great, but it was getting my ideas out. Fugitive Travelogue My escape from prison resulted in a very spooky episode in my life. When you?re a fugitive you?re a total victim. You have no legal rights; you?re totally helpless and vulnerable. Anyone can run numbers on you. What?s worse, I was depending on a foreign government, so it was a very freaky and paranoid situation. And there was a lot of afghani around which didn?t help. I mean, eat a little of that and you get very paranoid. As it turned out, all my paranoias were correct. But at least I took some psychedelics in Algeria that produced some very powerful experiences. The Sahara Desert was a fine place for getting on different levels. In particular, just outside Algeria, coming down the Rif mountains you find a