Daniel Medway (the real author of this chronicle) is the worthless scion of a proud old Mississippi family that sorely wishes he’d stop mentioning the relationship.
Declared “a waste of a placenta” by his daddy on the day of his birth — a prediction that proved eerily accurate as the years unfolded — Daniel will probably best be remembered for writing some poems that James Dickey (briefly) liked one night on a drunken tear, the Great Harpoon Incident, and the miles of microfilmed evidence the FBI once gathered on him.
Having squandered some early promise in the pursuit of Jim Beam, pretty women, and the perfect stereo system for his complete collection of the Fugs, Daniel recently unearthed a dog-eared copy of his daily chronicle from August 1971 to August 1972 — what he’s since come to regard, affectionately, as his most wasted year.
He hopes this release of these chronicles will serve as an expression of remorse for all the damage he’s managed to do in this world. Former acquaintances might prefer a more personal expression of regret, but if he started making individual apologies at this point, there would be no end to it.
He also hopes you’ll enjoy Wasted Year: The Last Hippies of Ole Miss.