It's April 1965 - You're Gonna Start A Band - People Laugh - You Don't.

It's August 1968 - Life Is Strange - So Are You.

Must be the water. Last night you went to bed feeling like everybody else on the planet.

This morning you woke up and the planet became different.

That's a good thing - a good thing for you.

It means you finally like yourself - it took you all life to get there.

Maybe it was the way the sun hit your face - it does that this time of year - blazing through your bedroom window. Million watt good morning, right between your eyes.

You feel like laughing - even though reality doesn't look good on paper, in your life it's amazing. You have friends, you have a mind that's pretty much intact. You're not good around authority figures; they don't understand you - they don't want to. You don't care. There's that letter from the Draft Board. You aren't going to open it. Not today - not now - maybe not forever.

You have your world - right here, right now. And right now it's loaded with possibilities.

Getting ready for the roadtrip of a lifetime. You heard Toronto doesn't have Summer like L.A. does. You're bringing a sweater just in case.

It's 95 in L.A. today - It's 55 in Toronto . You'll miss Summer in L.A.

You love the desert - you love the desert at night - there's no desert in Toronto.

You can come back next Summer. No you can't, you'll get busted.

Prison. For years and years because you escaped and you came back. All for a hot breeze and night-blooming Jasmine.

That letter; it's staring at you. Reality's a pisser.

You feel different, but life is just the same as it was the night before.

You stare holes through the envelope. You finally pick it up. Feels like it weights a thousand pounds. Reeks Official.

You're too scared to open it but you're too happy not to open it.

Get it over with - you can face reality, even if you are a tourist. What's the worst?

Rip open the envelope - shut your eyes. Big sigh and open them slowly.

Your draft card - detach - sign and take with you.

No notice - no summons - no greetings.

All worked up and nothing - at least nothing for now.

Life is strange - it's still amazing, but it's strange.

And an hour's worth of B. Mitchel Reed at KMET from August 13, 1968