When I was younger there was nothing in the world like “tripping” on LSD; (lysergic acid diethylamide). Whether it was alone, with friends, enemies, or complete and total strangers; there was nothing else that compared.

I can still recall my first trip on mushrooms, (psilocybe). The only thing I cant recall is whether or not I was able to decide which was more amusing, the excellent array of colors, or the point that something grown in cow shit could make me laugh that much. I have floated through the clouds in a 1959 corvette, watched the windows melt in a 1967 GTO, and stared in amazement; as a colony of trolls who had obviously been eating the same mescaline Chris and I had been eating, began to dance frantically on the hood of a 1967 Chevelle SS, while doing 117 m.p.h.

Through all of my psychedelic ventures into the “unknown”, I had never visualized the day that I would be paying more for a liter of water than I was a gallon of gasoline; which is also nearly $4.00 a gallon in parts of the United States.