Found in my mother’s or my grandmother’s or great-grandmother’s or my father’s stuff. All co-mingled for next generations to sift. H.L. Humes, says Wikipedia, started the Paris Review. Then Timothy Leary gave him too much LSD. This must be an adaptation of his book, Men Die. Best guess: he was a friend of my father’s who was born just a year earlier than H.L. or “Doc,” and also knew Timothy Leary from MIT. Dad told me that Tim and Famous Amos once crashed a party at his house in Santa Monica. That always cracks me up.