I see that Jim figured out how to spice the cooking up :}
We had a similar experience. There was a ton of Orange Sunshine floating around that Owsley had brewed up in 1,000,000 batches (at $3 a tab in 1967), an unoccupied room, and lots of pastel sticks....,you can imagine the rest. My best friend was also evicted (everyone is a lousy art critic!), but my trompe l'oeil of a painting leaning against a wall was so realistic that the building manager tried to pick it up several times before he figured out that it was simply painted on the wall. Ah, those were the days! Who knew how crappy things would turn out. Think I'll roll one up and start complaining about the good old days.