Walking Through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black

Have I already read this before and not added it here? I’m certain that I’ve read Cookie Mueller’s story about 1967 San Francisco, a fantasy wherein her 1826 Page Street apartment shares a courtyard with Janis Joplin, she strolls the streets and casually meets the Manson family (but not Charlie), helps with an LSD capping party, catches a ride with the Grateful Dead to San Quentin for a free concert, meets up with someone worshipping Anton LaVey, etc. Other stories in here about hitchhiking, birthing her son, starring in John Waters’ films (a fellow Baltimore native), accidentally burning down a friend’s house, dying of AIDS.