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Benefits of Hallucinogens — The City Without Foreplay pg107
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
At a better planned (but less disciplined) party I discovered the punch had been spiked with LSD. Oops, too late. Before all the bats left the belfry, I intuited the safest place to ride it out was a clearwater spring some geologists had shown me out past Red Rock Canyon.
Before sunrise—and before I was fully baked — I stopped at a 7-Eleven for water, beer and packs of salted almonds. Half an hour later in the first rays of sun far out in the sand and sage I saw a small herd of desert mules by the road. I pulled over. — From Chapter 5
I never understood the phrase ‘experimenting with drugs’. It’s like saying, ‘experimenting with swimming’. You dive into the experience not knowing if you will land in the rapids of a dangerous river or splash into the gentle waves of a tropical ocean. Some flounder, choke and sputter but seldom drown. Most swim. My few trips with hallucinogens turned me into a porpoise — more streamlined/bigger brain/obedience to the law of gravity optional… and grinning the entire time. Had peyote and LSD been as readily available as alcohol I likely wouldn’t have made it to the halfway point of my life when sobriety turned out to be my best option.
