I met Ken Kesey at a Phish concert in '97 (I was there due to temporary homelessness, not to frolic to gae music). I saw the elaborately decorated "Furthur II" bus pull into the lot bright and early. When I approached, I saw Ken standing by a nearby water pump, filling up some plastic jugs. I approached him and said, "Boy, I figured the guy who set all this in motion would get a little more attention." He chuckled, then he asked me my name, and if I'd help him out with the water jugs. When we got on the bus, he asked me if I happened to have "anything to smoke," which I did, so I rolled a joint.
So, I'm sitting there smoking a joint and bullshitting with the author of one of my favorite books, who is also the main character in another book that I had finished reading only a few months before then (Wolfe's_The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test). It was kind of surreal, because many of the people I had recently read about in EKAAT had now gathered around our little broil-session.
I didn't want to over-stay my welcome, so, upon completing the task at hand, I bid them all farewell and exited the bus. I made it about ten feet when someone shouted my name. It was Jerry Garcia's ex-wife (one of them anyway), Carolyn. She said "Ken wanted me to thank you," and she gave me a hug and stuck something in my pocket. It was a whole sheet of acid. Though the gift was not of any recreational use to me, I'm sure it made an extremely gae concert into a fantastic one for the hippies I sold it to afterward.
I've also smoked pot with Serj Tankin and the other guys from S.O.A.D.(not crap IMHO) after they opened up for Veruca Salt(crap) in Chicago a few years ago. He did not give me any acid. What a cheapskate!