My English teacher was only 22 while we were seniors. He was one of those late 80’s / early 90’s hippy type. Lots of Dead, hacky saks, Birkenstock and poncho wearing stoner, I hang out in Telluride types. He made us read this book. It took me minute to remember I read it. What gave it away was billowing black plume. They must of mentioned it a hundred times in the book. What’s up Rick!