Precursor to “I didn’t inhale”

Philip K. Dick “composed at the typewriter at the rate of 80 to 100 words a minute and could work, literally, for days on end. Concluding one marathon session on the 1972 story ‘A Little Something for Us empunauts,’ he stood up and passed out. The bulk of his work was completed on amphetamines, although he would later propose that a happy kink in his metabolism had actually prevented the drugs from ever reaching his brain.”


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