We took our irresponsibility seriously and made a full time job of it. I lived in the commune several months and never once went shopping, cooked, washed clothes or cleaned house – I slept on a pile of second hand clothes in the middle bedroom. On waking up in the morning, I chose today’s ridiculous outfit from the old clothes and joined the others in the living room where we decided what we would do today – go to the park? The waterfront? North Beach? Nobody had a watch or an agenda – Drugs or alcohol were not allowed in this particular commune, and it was really pretty idyllic – all we did was play spontaneously.
Tom the cartoonist was the clown of the bunch. He made up an endless improvised poem, The Elf on the Shelf – and a couple of times a week he would surprise us by…

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