kontextmaschine:

So whenever I’d do acid there was an afterglow period for like 12 hours afterwards where I could just consider any issue, figure out what needed to be done to resolve it, figure out what to do to make that happen, and say exactly the right thing to get anyone I need to go along, switch to back-up Options B and C on the fly without missing a beat

Anyway, I’ve basically been doing that continuously since early December, last night there was a guy who came tangent to it in what must have seemed like an incredibly fortuitous coincidence that I totally no-sold

The peak example of this was when I was in LA, dropped acid on Halloween, went to a roof party on Sunset on the Silver Lake/Echo Park border with a cute Berklee girl there to start her career as a toy for music industry guys, had my soldier costume (this is where I started wearing BDU pants) inspire some other attendees to share thoughts about their military service or racial and American identities that would have been way too intimate to deal with even if I was sober, paced around Griffith Park for hours as the sun came up and Mexican laborers started their soccer league games, came home, resolved to convince my friend he was in an abusive relationship with his live-in girlfriend of several years and needed to leave her, and then did