Years ago, I think someone put some fun stuff in a drink of mine. I wasn't expecting to be, elsewhere, so I panicked and tried to walk home. I remember finding a house, which wasn't strange, because I was in a city. For some reason I thought it was my ex's grandmother's house. I banged on the door. They wouldn't let me in. I did that for a long time before I decided to just go to sleep in their porch. I woke up, had these vague memories, didn't know where I was, got out of there as fast as I could. No cops were called. Good times!
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A guy I used to know who looked a lot like a younger version of me was a squarepusher for many years. Elsewhere is better than nowhere, as long as you're still somewhere you can always be here now, or if you're you and not me as it were, be there now...
My mind tends to wander super mario style at least once per year. That's about it now. My yearly tradition of a mental reset. Funny thing is... now scientists and doctors are coming out and saying the things I already knew for two decades are true. Too much of anything is just that though.
It is pretty cool that there's actual research being done on those types of compounds again. I even donated to the crowdfunding for that LSD brain imaging study a couple of years ago. "Everything in moderation - including moderation" lol